Weblog revisit
Weblog has been hot, very hot. It's been estimated that 10,000 new blogs come online each day. Industry claims it's the newest and "futurest" media publishing way. It seems like you are either in, or out, dead, period. Things happen for reasons. People have something to say, it may or maynot be valuable to others. But that is the fact. Most of people want their voice to be heard, opinion listened, email replied etc. That's how this blog thing came to birth at first place. Now people see it's getting popular, everyone tries to get their own kingdom up and running. Hence it leads to today's wild wild west for online jounal world. It surprisingly resembles the peer to peer music transferring service led by Napster half a dacade back. It's not hard to recall that wild wild west of online music sharing world. People find a good reason for it to be existing, however they can't find a good way to support it, cracked down by music recording industry giants and law makers, they dimished. They might still exist but it's no more a phenomenon, until Apple came up with iPod and iTune. The idea is simple, wrap all music up in one store and get people pay for what they need, link some more valuable (iPod) to what they need, sell them, profit from them.
Could somebody do something to make weblog a knowledge space where people benefit from each others? Could weblog hosts benefit from doing so? Can we wrap the relevant information under one umbrella much like what Apple does in iTune? People need to jump out of the box and see how it really looks like. That is what I am doing now.
You know?
It was the wind that combs through your golden brown hair, the smile hidden in the corner of your lips, baseball hat covering your face much like green leave does the flower, that leave me with curiosity for the kind of blue eyes this human has. So here I am writing you. As much impressed by your passion for love and life, I am also amused by the combination of your platonic yet practical point of views (assume platonic stands for anything philosophical), very interesting:)
I guess there isn't much about myself in my profile besides some "announcement". I came all the way from China, yes, the foot of great wall, the side of Yangzi river, many, or not so many years ago, depending on your opinion, to explore education, culture and nature. I have come to love this entirely different world and culture without giving up my own, moreover, I am able to find beauty, quality across the boarder of culture, the line of race. The eternal truth left is "this life is both beautiful and fleeting". Why am I alone? Similar to you: refuse to settle. Why should I, how can I? Look out the window, the rolling hill of northern california turns thoroughly green. It's the raining season, often starts with thunderstorm, I love thunderstorm lighterning the entire night sky. I will love hearing from you more.
I am talking to someone intellectual,
to be specific, a girl. Have you experienced writting a love letter with a dictionary? That! That is what I am doing. You never should take a young girl for granted just because she is young, she knows more literature than most people. And I feel funny to spellcheck my letter. Poet is not necessarily a spelling bee, which I truly believe.
It was your glasses
Yes, my first reaction is: she looks different! Or I should say, I was drawn to your witty and sassy looks. I like your "best feature";) So I went ahead to read your profile, much like glancing through a pop fiction in a sunny sunday afternoon, felt natural and relaxed. So here I am writting you.
I think there is not much information in my profile except some "anouncement". I came from China, many, or, not that many years ago depending on your opinion, to the States to study. School years were fun, I got chance travelling to many distant states that I come to love lots of things real "traditional" american, like country, even I love rock more. Like you, I tend to be easy going, my friends often think I'm funny, even sometime I look serious, (do I?). It's really green this time of the year in northern california, our rainy season often starts from autumn thunderstorm, lightening the entire night sky: I love thunderstorm! I will love hearing from you more. Sincerely
Analyze my likes
After taking that personality test, I rethink the traits of close lady friends of mine. Why do I like them? They are passionate about something, they know how to be sweet, they know how to have fun, and most of them are highly intelligent. They are neat to look at. Then why didn't I like them so much to pursue them? Good questions, why? Maybe they are not beautiful enough, maybe they are too sociable, too out there? I may be attracted to them physically however I can't be attracted to them overall emotionally. In some case, I am not attracted to them physically at all but I still enjoy very much to hang out with them. Then what about the girls I dated? Not many, but everyone of them are very girly, attractive, somewhat shy, private, definetely not out there. They why didn't it work out? Let alone my side of problems, they are not very intelligent, not at all career oriented. Is that something wrong? I wouldn't say so. But it does appear to be a problem when I think over if to continue relationship. What will be the trait of the girl I can have future with? Fun to be with, girly, sometime a bit tomboy, passionate, beautiful, a bit shy, not too sociable but presentable, Intelligent, a bit career oriented but overall a bit conservative, not practical. Organized most time, yet spontaneous at times.
On a partial cloudy sunday's morning
I woke up by coughing the hell of myself, which I caught last week by running half naked around field after our soccer game in a day about 40F, and limited supply of heat at my place. While entire world is worrying about the political campaign, I know it's not my cup of tea, so I went straight to dance and drama division to check out if there is anything I missed in the passed weeks since I started considerring dancing or acting. I am even modestly drawn to the idea of starting phd study at drama department for 20 minutes of short time. It's fun to check out what the alums have been up to, dated all the way back 1994, scary, my generation people are all getting married, settled one way or another. I feel so old, and so conflicted!
Birthday month
Let's see, tonight I met some old and new friends at Moto's party. When you know you are facing lots of future scholars, people assume whatever poping out of their mouths should be called intelligent. Now we have all phds, except Bon and me, who actually work after getting a "colorless" master, they are in the field of mechanical engineering, education, digital music and computing, yet, we all came to talk about how men and women see the difference in each other's beauty. This 6 generationed hawaii Japanese american girl named Miki started the conversation as she found beauty in all men and women, as opposed to we were arguing why women often find more beauty in women than men do in men. She was getting all serious while Thomas and I started joking the whole topic to another direction, which was pretending not seeing any beauty whatsoever in men, which was not the case. We all know, as men, we also find attractive men in different types. It's just not as common as girls do in girls. It's the fact. Why? Nobody intended to explore that side of the story. Obviously Miki was talking on a serious level while guys here did as joking around. After she left, Bon started to attack her physical attractiveness, such as he couldn't find her butt, yet, she was still hanging all her belly out for the entire world. I thought she was modestly attractive, at least "datable", so much that I didn't pay attention to her butt. That's my weakness: once I find one side of story, I have tendancy to ignore the other details. From another point of view, it's easier to find the beauty. Come on, from match.com recent phd generated research report, I have come to realize that I am VERY picky when it comes to girls. That at least will help me find more women attractive. Funny that all high IQed people are still normal people with desires, questions and need answers. Well, what is my immediate questions? Between Guitar and modern dance, which one should I pick to hone the skills to professionally amature level, and how, while all career things have been taken care of?
Girls are complicated
You can't be too fast,
Or they will kick your ass;
You can't be too slow,
Or you cut your own throat: no show!
You can't laugh too much,
But you have to make them laugh;
You can't be too serious,
Or they will be no longer curious;
You can't call them all the time,
They will think you don't have a bit of charm;
You can't wait too long to call,
Or they don't think you are interested at all;
You can't say they are not pretty,
They will say you are too shallow don't know how to appreciate personality;
You can't say they are too pretty,
They will think you only care about boobs and looks oops you will for sure lose;
You have to be ambitious,
Or they will think you are hopeless;
You can't be too ambitious,
Or they will think you are arrogant don't know how to be elegant;
You need to claim you can cook,
Or they don't think you will cook;
You need to claim you only occasionally cook,
So they will think you know how to live life just like what is said in the book;
You don't have to be hairy,
But you can't be bald;
You don't have to be 6 ft,
But you have to be taller;
You need to have a good teeth,
But you can't have fake teeth;
You have to be intelligent,
But you can't wear glasses;
You don't have to shave,
But you have to be clean;
You don't have to play guitar,
But you need to at least own a guitar;
East coast and west coast
Chris is in town! Chris is a friend of mine at Stanford while we took one and only class together that none of us actually attended on regular or proper bases. Chris was business minded chemical engineer, eventually ended up now as a MBA student back in east coast Cornell, where he managed to track down a sweet second year MBA girl (she is 5'10) and showed up in front my place at west coast in this sunny winter day. Our friend Chris has many sides lots of people love and hate, most of people we mutually knew from school lost touch with him, I guess he is a very private person, you never know where he is really up to and it seemed that he was always driving between berkeley, SF, Palo Alto and LA. And he often got some mysteries call from not yet girlfriend girl, those who is not pretty enough to be your girlfriend, but not bad enough to see them drift away to other's arm without a bit jealous. That is Chris, the mix of East and West coast, the smart engineer turned business man who always know his way around town.
"Because love is the best in us"
Rain drops started sweeping through 32 nd floor's windows of St. Francis', Entire city has being washed out, quiet and still, with remote objects moving slowly on the countless streets hiding among the concrete forests, sky is dark, sea is far. Is it a castle or a cradle, hanging from the heaven? Along with other chosen, I am lucky to share a random spots. Closing eyes, my friends, do you feel the rthyme tapping your heart, do you see the time passing you by...
Ah, 2004!
What will it be like?
What is your resolution? Have you made a hairy and loud one yet? Busy with poking balloons, Many missed that moments to make that wishful wish, still, the soundless wishes in my mind travels across the entire body much like the lightening across the sky: it's hard to catch, it happend before the seconds arrive. My friends, what is yours?
"Because love is the best in us".
Allow me with Minghella's word, Let us operate beyond the sphere of our own self-interest, may those around us happier, those skeptical find faith, may those troubled meet peace, those lonely find love.
May our troubled mother earth find her youth.
