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4月12日 Porous materials "Space---the final frontier." This preamble to a well-known television series captures the challenge encountered not only in space travel adventure, but also in the field of porous materials, which aims to control the size, shape and uniformity of the porous space and the atoms and molecules that define it.
Mark E. Davis Commencement Speech at Stanford given by Steve JobsThank you. I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife, except that when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking, "We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college. This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naïvely chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out, and here I was, spending all the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting. It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms. I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example. Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me, and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts, and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class and personals computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference. My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was twenty. We worked hard and in ten years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We'd just released our finest creation, the Macintosh, a year earlier, and I'd just turned thirty, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew, we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so, things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge, and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him, and so at thirty, I was out, and very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down, that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from the Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me. I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I'd been rejected but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over. I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods in my life. During the next five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer-animated feature film, "Toy Story," and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT and I returned to Apple and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance, and Lorene and I have a wonderful family together. I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle. My third story is about death. When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctors' code for "prepare to die." It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next ten years to tell them, in just a few months. It means to make sure that everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes. I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope, the doctor started crying, because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I am fine now. This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stuart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. I was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stuart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish. Thank you all, very much. 2月23日 激情足球熬夜看了前天的米兰 vs 拜仁，昨天本来不准备看球了，结果msn上碰到小P，畅谈了一会儿人生，感慨良多，快休息的脑袋又兴奋起来，加上看到冬奥会上中国队丢掉一块必得的金牌，有点郁闷，看时间已经3点多，于是准备看Barce vs Chelsea的比赛调整一下心情。
昨天pplive特别争气，画面比前天的直播清晰很多，也流畅很多。比赛更是超过我的期待，整个过程犹如一部好莱坞大片，好久没看到这么激情四射的比赛了。一个队打不出漂亮的比赛，chelsea也有优秀的表演，robben的快速突破依然似一道闪电，lampard的任意球也很有威胁，但昨天恐怕最出彩的算是terry了，虽然进了一个乌龙，但是救出了3个必进之球，一个人的作用定过整条防线，其救险时的顽强也让人感动；当然，还有狡猾的穆帅有胆识的指挥，在罚下一人以后一反常理的压上进攻，并取得了成效，他们几乎取得胜利，但是技术粗糙的drogba最终没有踢进那个单刀。此时，胜利的天平已经向巴萨倾斜了，穆帅的傲气激怒了巴萨人，从此，巴萨献上了令人陶醉的25分钟。进攻的号角一次又一次的吹响，terry一次又一次的将毕竟之球挡出，但是这只能影响记分牌上的结果，却不能改变chelsea落败的命运。昨天的比赛是属于巴萨的，哪怕是在斯坦福桥那块专为他们准备的积水的菜地上。天才的Messi发挥到了极致，他的带球，过人，射门让人难以相信这仅一个才18岁的少年；小罗依然那么妖，即便这还不是最佳的小罗，但that's enough，那一箭穿喉的直塞，诡异的过人，变幻莫测的节奏，简直是在跳一曲激情的桑巴；Eto'o没怎么出彩，但是那致命的一击给小罗策动的进攻画上一个完美的句号，这就是一个优秀射手要做的事情。
好久没有看到这么精彩的比赛了，感觉巴萨踢球就如在跳舞，那么天才的舞者，那么莫测的旋律，真是享受啊。虽然两周后还有一场世纪大战，chelsea仍有机会翻盘，就像去年那样，然而这个赛季的最佳无疑是巴萨，他们带来了艺术足球，激情足球。
看完后心情久久不能平复，和hide回味了一个小时才渐渐感到困意。发现天已经泛白了。好久没这样看足球，聊足球了。恩，值得的一个夜晚。 12月3日 假钞事件昨天从大伯家出来晚了，只有打了辆黑车回来，结果花了20大洋，没零钱，还去ATM机取了100元钱给司机，下车时，这厮又要了10元然后找给了我一张50，两张20。结果今天中午兴冲冲地去吃饭，顺便拿昨天的50元充饭卡，结果那收款的大妈恶狠狠地冲我说“假的”，偶一愣，看到那个大妈的冷笑，又确认一次，又被bs一回，顿时气愤不已，又懊恼不已。然后冷静下来，想饭总要吃的，于是又拿那两张20充值，结果又听到那大妈恶狠狠的咆哮。于是我气疯了，一气这个大妈的态度，即使这钱是假的又不是我造的假，我已经够郁闷了还要受这个人的气；二气昨天那个狼心狗肺的司机，真后悔没把他的车牌号记下来；三气偶自己怎么不会识别假钞，昨天为什么不待在大伯家今天再回。一个字，背！
假钞事件的教训：
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2.努力学习假钞识别技术
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11月27日 Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The SunBrothers Under The Sun |
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