Speaking of Perfume (Cont’d)

Following Sherrie’s advice, I went to Macy’s to check out some fragrance. She was right, I do like CKone very much. It is the fragrance of grass and plants. Even Nappy enjoyed it the most. My eyes lighted up. It gave my spirit a lift and I felt like flying away. It is about being young and carefree.


I didn’t care much for J’Ador. It was too ‘thick’ and rosy. “Aggressive” is a better word.
Christian Dior¡¯s Dune, Sherrie¡¯s favorite, is by far the most complex and most lovely. It is subtle and peaceful, sweet but with a hint of spice. It is also mysterious, among that quiet scent; there was something aloof that surprised me. I couldn¡¯t put it out of my mind. Ah! That lingering scent. It¡¯s Amazing. I have never known a fragrance can be so complex.

Also found a site with lots of miniature perfume bottles. They ARE cute! No wonder so many people collecting them… Some of them are really creative and elegant. Here are a few of them that I like:



Deep Night – Ghost | Shi -Alfred Sung | Parfum d ete – Kenzo
Flower – Kenzo | Chapeu Bleu-Marina Picasso | Le jardin – Max Factor

Speaking of Perfume

Sherrie’s working in the perfume industry and she knows her scents! 🙂 I loved her description of each type and how she decomposed them into their flowery elements. Want to share with you her insight regarding a few fragrances…

I like L’air du Temps too. Chinese name is ±ÈÒíË«·É, but i like the name ʱ´úµÄÆø·Õ. This is a bouquet type perfume aged about 40 folded with the typical flower notes like rose, jasmine, lily, and tuberose.

It’s really classic. Its status in the perfume history is same as JOY… both are bouquet types, or say, flowery.

So far, as the perfumes I used, I like CD’s Dune the best. Only a drop is enough. It’s warm, steady and peaceful for me. I gave Luan Kan a bottle of perfume, with the note of CKone like. She likes that very much. It’s delight and relaxing.

U said u like Oui. I checked the composition. It has the simple fragrance. Simple flowery note, blends with some citrus note like Colongue, and then the bottom is some musky note. I bet u would like CK-one too. If u wanna try others, u may ask the attendant for other perfumes with White Flowers note. White flower note means it contains the smell of jasmine, lily, tuberose, ylang ylang, gardenia, honeysuckle, magnolia & etc.. They are refreshing, not ‘thick’

Though, how i wish i may smell Oui and Temps right now and right here. If so, I would have some more detail comments. Up to now, I am only imagining their scent… ~ build on the info of their compostion…

Aroma is exciting for me…

BTW, I dont like the fashionable Fruity-Flower note. I have a feeling that they r cheap, and too aggressive, though in this section, some perfumes are quite successful. U try CD’s J Ador, and Elizabeth Arden’s Sunflower if possible, then tell me if u like it.

In a word, I believe flowery, oriental, aldehydic are the essential for women because they r cosy, passionate , calm AND elegant. These should be the elements for a Lady.

For those other perfumes cited in this article, Green Poison, Cool water,… no idea.

The article Sherrie referred to was from a Chinese BBS: Å®ÈË£¬×öһƿÃ÷ÁÁµÄÏãË®ZT

Not sure about you, but I think a visit to the department store is due! Will bring a notebook with me, too. 🙂

One Ear is Shorter…

Our German shepherd has a pair of very prominent ears. Gui often refers to them as donkey ears. Nevertheless, they stood upright, alert and proud. Two weeks ago, on a Friday afternoon, his left ear suddenly swell up. It happened in a matter of minutes. Look closer, it looked like an air bubble or a blister had implanted itself inside his ear flap. Mom thought maybe it was a bee sting since he has known to mess with bees in our backyard. Once he got stung right on his cheek and it swell up to the size of a pin-pong ball. It would diminish in a few days, we thought.


But it got worse, the bubble seemed to accumulate liquid and the tip of his left ear became so heavy that it folded down like a tree branch that was laden with apples. Most puzzling of all, the swelling didn¡¯t seem to hurt or bother the dog except during the very first day when it came into being. The skin remained clean; no traces of liquid or infection were present. The dog himself looked rather comical, one ear up, one ear down.

Mom called long distance to consult her uncle who is a physician in China. He thought it would simply go away and we have no need to worry.

As the bubble got bigger, it seemed to take over the entire ear. I got worried and went on google and did a search on ¡°German Shepherd swollen ear bee sting¡±. Lo and behold, there were quite a few German shepherds had suffered the similar symptom. Kind hearted Internet readers¡¯ diagnostic yield an unfamiliar medical term: Hematomas. It was caused by a blood vessel burst open, and the bubble was filled with blood! Apparently it was common among dogs with large ear flaps, especially when they had scratched it too hard or had shaken their head violently. Even cats could have them. Left untreated it could disfigure the dog¡¯s ear, worse came to worst, the dog could lose his hearing if the inner ear tube got an infection along the way. Most of the dogs had undergone surgery, some could heal without getting the knife, but they must take anti-biotic. Either way, the dog must be seen by a Vet.


To keep a long story short, Nappy underwent surgery during the past Monday. His ear was cut open, liquid drained, and the ears were stitched back. The wound was approximately one inch long, and he now wears a basket shaped collar. The collar was so large that under comparison, our dog looked dainty. Well, almost. : )

Nappy¡¯s new accessory caused much sensation in the house. Our two cats reacted markedly different. Paris showed much sympathy while Mars scrambled for cover right away. Nappy was still drugged and fell in and out of sleep during the first night. The two cats cautiously approached the sleeping dog and sniffed his collar thoroughly. Paris approached from the front while Mars came from the rare. After concluding this new weapon-like item didn¡¯t seem to cause any harm, both cats relaxed.

Our house sounded like a circus tent during the entire week as Nappy emerged from the lingering affect of anesthesia. Utilizing his newly gained status as an intense-cared-for patient, which required him to be kept indoors at all time, he thoroughly enjoyed chasing the cats down the hall while bumping into everything along the way.

Today is the seventh day since his surgery. The wound has healed, and he has gotten used to live with his ¡°basket¡±. I wondered out loud whether Nappy now thinks he has to live with it for the rest of his life. If he did, he didn¡¯t seem to care. I think the cats, on the other hand, were enduring Nappy¡¯s newly gained sense of fashion with a sneer.

Snapster – Son of Napster

Son of Napster – One Possible Future for a Music Business That Must Inevitably Change By Robert X. Cringely

I’ve heard Cringely’s speech at one of AC’s entire Northern California staff meeting. He was an amazing speaker. flamboyant, witty, and very very cocky. Here he described a way to make music sharing legal (versus the “illegal” Napster that got shut down years ago).

If anyone actually does this business, don’t forget where you first heard it. Of course, if you actually spend the $2 million as I suggest and lose it all, please forget my name.

The business I am about to describe has not been legally tested. I have run it past a few lawyer friends of mine, but a true legal test can only be done in the courts. Having said that, the universal response I have received from lawyers can best be described as giddiness. They get it. And the implications of this idea — the sheer volume of trouble it could create — gets their billing glands working.

Read the article yourself and see if you believe him. I wonder if it would happen. Consider the fact that this news article made to the #2 position of today’s blogdex, it is likely someone will start such a business, right?

Two First Ladies, Two Standards

By 2003 Pulitzer Prize Winner
» Editorial Cartooning — David Horsey of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.

And this one is called “If there was justice in the world”

Here are a few really good ones:
The Bush Administration’s Post-war Plan.
How China Deals with SARS
What Are the Three Branches of Government
Rumbsfeld’s Iraq Report
Rumsfeld’s Iraq Victory Dance
The Language of Diplomacy…
New Olympic Sports…
When Bill Gates Logs On…

A “Weird Wired World”

On-line game lovers should check this out a Forbes report

A whole subclass of young men without real jobs form online gangs that rage across digital landscapes, pillaging villages and robbing other virtual characters of their possessions. Most of the virtual goods such as clothes, armor or even sunglasses can be sold in online auctions for hard currency. Sales of stolen and legitimate items are brisk, with prices ranging from $1 for a diamond crown to more than $100,000 to bribe an occupying clan to move out of a castle.

Julian Dibbell‘s comments on the above report:
“Let’s see now: Rage, pillage, occupy castle, bank six figures.
And this job is less real than Donald Rumsfeld’s how, exactly? “

The Flute Player

I had, for the first time, a realistic sense of Khmer Rouge’s monstrosity from Robert Kaplan’s The Ends of the Earth. Today’s freshair featured a survivor of Khmer Rouge’s Children soldiers. Listening to this, hairs stood up on the back of my neck, and my heart tied into a knot. The actual facts were almost not as scary as the matter-of-fact and almost smiling tone he employed to talk about it. And then think, he is actually the luckier one. Speaking of dark ages…

Arn Chorn-Pond is the subject of the new documentary The Flute Player. As a child, Chorn-Pond was held in a Khmer Rouge labor camp where many children starved to death, many others were murdered, and those who survived were forced to work from 5 a.m. to midnight. He was taught to play the flute to play propaganda songs which helped assure his survival. Later at age 14, Chorn-Pond was forced into the Khmer Rouge army to fight the invading Vietnamese. After seeing his friends die, he fled into the jungle. He found his way to a Thailand refugee camp where he was adopted by an American relief worker, Peter Pond, and brought to the United States. Now Chorn-Pond spends half his time in Cambodia where he is searching for the masters of traditional Cambodian music, many of whom were murdered under the regime of Pol Pot. In the U.S. he also runs a program for Cambodian-American street kids.

Arn Chorn-Pond: The Flute Player

Signers of the Declaration of Independence

Received an email from my mom. It illustrated the sufferings of some of the signers of the Delcaration of Independence. I found the complete version here, together with some factual corrections.

Here are brief biographies of the first 56 signers.

Let’s hope we can expect as much from our present day men and women presiding in the US Congress and Senate…

“FB-eye Sightings”

In my limited knowledge of the US prior to 1990, I’ve heard stories of Elvis sightings, which usually cause much excitement among the Elvis fans. In my limited experiences with weblog community, I’ve started noticing a phenomena that can only be categorized as “FBI Sightings¡± by fellow webloggers, and they cause much excitement.

One such sighting just made to today¡¯s Number 1 spot of the reverend blogdex. It was well written and it was funny.

Careful: The FB-eye may be watching-Reading the wrong thing in public can get you in trouble

My co-worker, Craig, says that we should probably be thankful the FBI takes these things seriously; I say it seems like a dark day when an American citizen regards reading as a threat, and downright pitch-black when the federal government agrees.

And here is another “sighting” I’ve read a few months back when I just noticed the weblog community.
“The FBI has been reading my diary”
“A student is mistakenly targeted as an investigation blurs the line between local and federal law enforcement ”

On a slightly side note, I remembered an observation from Baraita:

September 30, 2001
My friends and acquaintances all seem to have acquired blogs/journals within the past week or three. Is it an Internet fad, or some urge to testify which the events of two weeks ago shook loose within us?

Interesting, isn¡¯t it? What happened on 911 caused a wave of people wanting to express their opinions and frustrations and they found weblog as the media; meanwhile, 911 also caused the US government¡¯s law enforcement agencies to go out and hunt for any ¡°suspicious¡± opinions being expressed by…whom? the former wave of people?

Self Torture Test

Feeling like torturing yourself? Come on in!
I was ready to shot myself about half way through. I can’t tell you how glad I am to be done with it.

After you are done and if you have trouble understanding Danish (i’m guessing that is what it is), just mouse over the diamond on the lower right corder, and click on the one that has the highest resemblance of the word “send”. 🙂

Tell me how you did and i will tell you mine!

Giorgio Morandi

It is the opening week of the ArtsJournal: About Last Night, a weblog by Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City. Apparently Teachout is the drama critic of the Wall Street Journal.

Teachout introduced an artist that was new to me. Giorgio Morandi, who painted the painting above. Here is what Terry Teachout has said about Morandi’s painting:

What makes Giorgio Morandi¡¯s paintings so special? To begin with, most people don¡¯t seem to find them so. Though Morandi is renowned in his native Italy, he is unknown in this country save to critics, collectors, and connoisseurs. It¡¯s easy to see why. His art is too quiet and unshowy, too determinedly unfashionable, to draw crowds. It creates its own silence. “Curiously, these deceptively modest paintings, drawings, and prints seem to elicit only two responses: extreme enthusiasm or near-indifference. And yet, this is not surprising, since Morandi¡¯s art makes no effort to be ingratiating or to put itself forward in any way¡­.For anyone who pays attention, the microcosm of Morandi¡¯s tabletop world becomes vast, the space between objects immense, pregnant, and expressive.”

That quote is from Karen Wilkin…

Teachout’s weblog entry: Maximal minimalist
More pictures from Museo Morandi

AOL Kills Netscape

Okay, so first, Microsoft announced putting IE on the shelf for three years. Then IE for Apple is killed, and now AOL kills netscape (1) (2).

What’s next?

People has been saying that business is war. But I have never felt the pain being so real till now. It resembles some kind of serial killer episode came out of Hollywood. Problem is no one is out to catch the killer. We are all standing around and watch it happen. That alone makes me feel guilty and a little mad. Something is very wrong, but what to do? How can we fix it? Is there a way? Is this market economy? A forest fire? Will the Mozilla supported by a foundation really live and prosper? Will the forest recover, someday?

Evil is insolent and strong…

“Evil is insolent and strong; beauty enchanting but rare; goodness very apt to be weak; folly very apt to be defiant; wickedness to carry the day; imbeciles to be in great places, people of sense in small, and mankind generally, unhappy. But the world as it stands is no illusion, no phantasm, no evil dream of a night; we wake up to it again for ever and ever; we can neither forget it nor deny it nor dispense with it. We can welcome experience as it comes, and give it what it demands, in exchange for something which it is idle to pause to call much or little so long as it contributes to swell the volume of consciousness. In this there is mingled pain and delight, but over the mysterious mixture there hovers a visible rule, that bids us learn to will and seek to understand.”

Henry James, “Ivan Turgenieff”

Lifted from About Last Night

Blogs by Women

I started noticing a trend in my “blog-reading” taste. I gravitate toward woman bloggers. The wonderful fact is once I find a woman blogger I enjoy, I could find so many more equally good ones from her links section. The only exception is Jeffrey Zeldman, whose ¡°externals¡± page has introduced me to A Life Uncommon and bluishOrange (both are woman, ha).

So you could imagine how thrilled I was last night when I came across this blog-ring: blogs by women. From there I found Baraita: The Blog¡ªan academia who teaches liberal arts in university, loves books and talks about academic life, Harry Potter, Gothic altarpieces, etc., and from Baraita I found dust from the distant sun ¡ªa resident of Copenhagen and a born kiwi who wants to move to New Zealand one day and grow old by the sea, and Gideon Strauss who loves using big words and reads Jane Austen, from Gideon Stauss¡¯s morning coffee list I found About Last Night: TERRY TEACHOUT on the arts in New York City¡­

See what I mean?

But it doesn¡¯t mean I love every blog as long as it comes out of female finger tips. I promptly skipped all the ones concentrating on dieting, make-up tips, self-help books, ¡°oh gosh my day is so boring¡± kinds.

I like the ones that are (borrowing from Baraita) ¡°girl geeks identify with Hermione¡±. : )

Stern Grove Festival

Each year, from late June to the end of Auguest, there will be a free concert in this eucalyptus grove every Sunday afternoon. This tradition is a gift given to San Francisco by the family of Sigmund Stern. It is the sixty-sixth year already.

It is a beautiful venue. In a bowl shaped grove, a large meadow surrounded by beautiful tall trees. The stage is set against the dense bamboo-like eucalyptuses. Colorful blankets turn the meadow into a large festival looking quilt. People bring picnic baskets, coolers, books, and lawn chairs. Wine bottles are opened, cheese and crackers sneak out backpacks, cakes, salads, fruits, sandwiches and anything you can think of are out in the open. People eat, read, sunbath, dance, nap, kiss, laugh, and meditate while listening to the music. Usually the crowd and blankets will spill out the flat meadow, climbed up the hill and into the trees.

Depending on the stubbornness of the famous San Francisco fog, we were either shivering under layers of sweaters or baked in the sun like sundry tomatoes.
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Blue Danube Coffee House


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My friend Gui and Matthew discovered this little coffee shop amidst Chinese grocers, restaurants, and milk-tea places. The owner is a middle-aged Chinese couple, the patrons were a nice mixture of all races that is typical of SF. It is only one block away from my favorite second hand bookstore Green Apple. On my third visit, I discovered Blue Danube Journals. There were close to a dozen spiral notebooks, all are full of writings, sketches, birthday wishes, and other tidbits of daily event writen by the customers of the coffee shop.

My favorite story so far was writen by a czech, who came to SF with his wife at the peak of dot com boom. They found an apartment nearby, and discovered this coffee shop and immedietaly fell in love with its casual and cozy air. Blue Danue became one of their destinations on their Sunday afternoon stroll in the neighborhood. Later their baby boy was born, the usual twosome became the usual threesome every Sunday afternoon. Later the dot com bubble bursted, he lost his parttime job and his wife lost hers. Economy became so bad that she had to return to czech with their son. He was left behind to finish his MBA and would join them in 10 more months. He worked a night job to pay for the tuition and went to school during the day. No longer able to afford their apartment, he lived in his car instead. Occasionally he would still treat himself to a cup of coffee at the Blue Danue on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Sometimes, he thought if he just looked out the open windows, he would see his smiling wife pushing a stroller up the street…

A Morning with Wings

A new picture from Zhou Mi’s Ecuador series (click on the picture to see a larger version).

My heart was immediately filled with delight, and it soared. It is Cuenca! I’ve been there. Those pretty domes are in iron grey, resemble the color of a stormy sky. I also remember those lovely villas with white washed stucco walls and red spanish roof-tiles, and the cobble stoned street radianted away like sun rays.

Evenly spread square windows with balconies or dark doorways are neatly arranged like musical notes, the clean lines and curves of the street curbs are like the musical scale, and the beautifully arranged three maganificant domes formed an obediant group of geomatric shapes in the backdrop. Waiting for the nod of the concert master, and then all are brought to life by the flock of birds flying toward us, like the music flowing from under the pianist rapidly dancing fingers. Bathed in the gentle morning light. One could almost feel the slight chill in the air, and hearing the wing flopping as they flew past us.

How did he do it? To capture such a beautiful moment. Even birds seem to know how to arrange themselves in his picture so that the composition would be most pleasing…

Ah! The magic of photography masters!

HUMOR: WMD

Got this from Alice:

Go to google, search for “weapons of mass destruction” (without quotation marks) and click “I’m feeling lucky.” Read the “Error” page carefully please! 🙂

(If that fails, just go here)

Enjoy!

Blood Money

The Baghdad Blogger has started writing a column for the Guardian. I just read his July 2nd edition Basra under the Brits. It is a classic! Funny and informative. So go read it! 🙂

The British has had far more nation building expriences than the US. Since no one can pick the brain of the Romans for their tactics, maybe learning from the Brits is not such a bad idea…

Why Do We Take Pictures, Write Diaries?

Since Zhou Mi posted his complete Ecuador series on Sunday, I’ve been busy reading up reviews and debates online. Yesterday I got into a mini discussion with Alice regarding why we record events in our lives and the different ways people can view these recordings. It was quite interesting.

Alice:

I take (took) pictures for my own enjoyment. The pictures worth keeping are those one felt COMPELLED to take. It is not for the sake of remembrance. I don’t have the same sense of urgency about RECORDING events that Shishamo seems to have. I’m not afraid of the passing of time. I don’t keep a diary, I constantly change and I don’t care to remember the person I was several years ago. This may change with the advance of age. But I’ve always thought my mid life crisis would come when I start regretting the things I did not do. I live so that I would not have any regrets. I live for the future and not the past.

So I don’t care much for keeping records. When I see something that I want to capture on film, it’s not for myself 20 years from now. It’s for me, right now. Something catches the eye, and I believe that the mission of photographers is to figure out what that thing is, and to express it cleanly in the frame. It could be communication with merely oneself, or it may be with other people. But that’s not important.

There are perhaps multiple levels of photography attainable by the individual. I may be just at the beginning level: photography for the self. But people may get bored with just talking to the self, they may want to talk to other people. Hence there’s photography for the people. I’m not there yet so I can’t comment on it.

Anyway, I think I’m on dangerous grounds here: it’s no longer just theory of photography, but PHILOSOPHY of photography now. It’s time to stop.

Jean:

interesting…

I’m thinking of why i write diaries. In a way it is for the self 20 years from now. But that wasn’t really the reason, it was a pleasant surprise, a byproduct. I often have this feeling that when i experience something important, writing it down is part of “living this moment to its fullest”. Otherwise, i somehow feel it is not COMPLETED. Like a ghost that refuses to go. lingering in the back of my mind.

Later i realized that writing them down will also enable me to relive those moments, or to have a glance of the moment again and experience it, in a lesser degree maybe, but experience it, nonetheless. I was amazed to find that out. But that remained secondary.

At the time when i came to the US, i had a fear of losing all my diaries. I thought about it. It was such a dreary feeling. I was never that afraid of anything before. Because it felt as if all my past would be empty if i lost them. Then I thought, that is ridiculous. But still, I’m really glad they are there.

I wonder if it is because I’m greedy. I don’t want things to go away to fade. I want them to be there in their full glory and can be called upon whenever I desire. As if only then, my life is full. otherwise, it is somehow incomplete. Experiencing the moment is good, but it is not enough. I need that experience to stay, too.

Metal Guru

Terminator 3 was out over the weekend. I’m not very interested in seeing it. Reading Anthony Lane’s review, however, is an rather enjoyable experience, probably far more enjoyable than actually seeing the movie. How could it not, with an opening like this?

Here is the plot of ¡°Terminator 2: Judgment Day,¡± released back in 1991: a Terminator arrives from the future with a mission to protect John Connor, who is fated to grow up and lead the human resistance movement against the onslaught of intelligent machines. The Terminator is nearly, but not utterly, thwarted in his task by the villainous efforts of a superior model, known as a T-1000.

Here is the plot of ¡°Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines,¡± now in general release: a Terminator arrives from the future with a mission to protect John Connor, who is fated to grow up and lead the human resistance movement against the onslaught of intelligent machines. The Terminator is nearly, but not utterly, thwarted in his task by the villainous efforts of a superior model, known as a T-X.

Beady-eyed readers will already have spotted a faint mist of similarity between the two films. The governing principle of the latest installment is clearly that, if it ain¡¯t broke, don¡¯t hesitate to spend a hundred and seventy million dollars making very sure that it remains unfixed. Conspiracy theorists may have a point when they claim that ¡°Terminator 3,¡± directed by Jonathan Mostow, was designed to make the invasion of Iraq seem, on a dollar-per-minute basis, like pretty good value. Terminator groupies, on the other hand, will want to establish the exact ratio of buck to bang, in which case I should gently draw their attention to the opening and closing sequences, both of which feature pretty, almost floral displays of nuclear detonation.

The Ubiquitous, Titanic then, Harry Potter now

The movie Titanic came out during the year of 1998. I remembered it because of a small incident. That was the year I worked in Tokyo for over a month, one of my co-workers, a sweet Japanese girl Niroko told me she has seen the movie nine times and she was still planning to see it again. Seeing a movie in Tokyo was no cheap affair. Surely nothing is cheap in that glamorous city. Movie, however, is more expensive than other kinds of entertainment. Money was not the only thing you have to pay. The ticket was approx. $20 at the time, even though Yen was seriously deflated then (140:1 ratio to dollar at the time). Due to the movie¡¯s popularity, one had to wait in line for close to 2 hours for a ¡°standing¡± ticket. By standing I mean, you stand in a room with a bunch of others and watch this close to 3 hours movie. The line was longer for a ticket that came with a seat.
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Harry Potter and Nemo

I’ve been sleep walking this week, and it is all JK Rowling’s fault. Needless to say, I’ve gotten hold of a copy of her new Harry Potter bookHarry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It is good. So good that I had to read it into early morning everyday since Saturday. Couldn’t put it down. Vivid imagination, intriguing plot, realistic portraits of various new characters, and oh so funny, too! She is a talented story teller. I wonder how many years we have to wait for her next book??? I’m not too eager yet, still have three or four chapters left and I’m torn. On one hand, i want to know what happened next? On the other hand, I don’t want it to end so soon! 🙁 Life is hard.

Just imagine, I was contemptuous nearly three years ago when Harry Potter just became popular. I thought it was for kids, couldn’t possibly be THAT good, could it? Then the first movie was out, and out of all people, my mom told me she wanted to see it! I was thoroughly amazed at the power of popular culture. So i went to the movie with mom, loved it! I spent the next month or so in the land of sleep deprivation, reading all four books of Harry Potter in a row. What a feast! I’m a fan ever since.

Talking about the power of media, my co-worker Jennie told me a funny quote from this morning’s “Alice and NoName” radio show:

[they were talking about a bear attack, and someone mentioned the well-known method of how one should lie down and pretend to be dead when a bear comes charging…]
“We probably shouldn’t be telling this on the radio if we don’t know how affective it is, should we? I mean, people could’ve died or hurt because of it.”
“Yeah, as if we are the only media that is broadcasting untrustworthy information. Apparently after watching Finding Nemo, kids start to flush gold fish down the toilet to free them.”
“Not just gold fish, report says, dogs, cats, and even a talking parrot…”

Hmm, maybe i should go back and listen to “Alice and NoNames” occasionally. 🙂

Last but not the least, a review on Harry Potter (5) from Guardian Unlimited (UK): under her spell

On Photography (by Susan Sontag)

Saw a Chinese translation of some Susan Sontag opinions extracted from her book On Photography. It is not the easiest read in Chinese. The translation is a bit dull and obscure sounding. One could still see her unique point of view and many interesting observations she has made.

Found a review of the book on photo.net. The same paragraph reads much more lively in English and a lot more easy to understand. Funny.

Here is one of many quotes in the review (it is also in the Chinese translation) that i find interesting:

“The very activity of taking pictures is soothing, and assuages general feelings of disorientation that are likely to be exacerbated by travel. … [Taking pictures] gives shape to experience: stop, take a photograph, and move on. The method especially appeals to people handicapped by a ruthless work ethic–Germans, Japanese, and Americans. Using a camera appeases the anxiety which the work-driven feel about not working when they are on vacation and supposed to be having fun.”

Universities in the Marketplace: The Commercialization of Higher Education

The second half of today’s Fresh Air with Terry Gross is an interview with Derek Bok, Former President of Harvard University, who wrote the book Universities in the Marketplace: The Commercialization of Higher Education. It ties to our previous discussion regarding Academia and Politics. Interesting.

Among the commercial activities at many universities and colleges these days are: drug companies giving money to medical schools, industry buying the rights to scientific discoveries and industry-endowed faculty chairs. Bok is critical of such ventures.