Disarm （瓦解）
■The Smashing Pumpkins, US, 1993
Disarm you with a smile
用微笑瓦解你的武装
And cut you like you want me to
就像你所能想见到的那样稀释你
Cut that little child
稀释那幻觉
Inside of me and such a part of you
那既属于你也属于我的幻觉
ooh, the years burn
哦，那燃烧的岁月
ooh, the years burn
哦，那燃烧的岁月
I used to be a little boy
我过去是一个小男孩
So old in my shoes
步履艰难地成长
And what I choose is my choice
我只选择我想要的生活
What's a boy supposed to do?
什么是一个男孩必须去做的？
The killer in me is the killer in you
你我的心中都有一个扼杀对方的利器
My love
我的爱
I send this smile over to you
这次我就用微笑让你飞灰湮灭
Disarm you with a smile
用微笑瓦解你的武装
And leave you like they left me here
就像他们抛弃我那样抛弃你
To wither in denial
用抉弃让你枯萎
The bitterness of one who's left alone
去享受遭人抉弃的悲苦
ooh, the years burn
哦，岁月在燃烧
ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
在燃烧、燃烧、燃烧！！
I used to be a little boy
我过去是一个小男孩
So old in my shoes
步履艰难地成长
And what I choose is my voice
我只想用自己声音祭奠我的生活
What's a boy supposed to do?
什么是一个男孩必须去做的？
The killer in me is the killer in you
你我的心中都有一个扼杀对方的利器
My love
我的爱
I send this smile over to you
这次我就用微笑让你飞灰湮灭
The killer in me is the killer in you
你我的心中都有一个扼杀对方的利器
Send this smile over to you
这次我就用微笑让你飞灰湮灭
The killer in me is the killer in you
你我的心中都有一个扼杀对方的利器
Send this smile over to you
这次我就用微笑让你飞灰湮灭
The killer in me is the killer in you
你我的心中都有一个扼杀对方的利器
Send this smile over to you
这次我就用微笑让你飞灰湮灭！
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The first thing to be sure, this song is NOT about abortion!
Listen to the lyrics "Cut that little child, Inside of me and such a part of you" (He doesn't mean kill the unborn child in me. he's talking about the child in him like his spirit and the line "and such a part of you" is because its the parents kid).
"The killer in me is the killer in you, My love" (The boy wanted to kill his parents and by the saying the killer in me is the killer in you has to do with how the parents killed his spirit and made him hate himself. And "my love" is because he still loved them anyway and he was in denial about what they were doing).
"Disarm you with a smile and leave you like they left me here, To wither in denial" (He wanted to pretend it wasn't happening, so he ACTED LIKE he was happy to fool everyone around him)."I used to be a little boy, So old in my shoes" (Because no one should LET HIM BE a kid. They have ruined his childhood, so he forced himself to grow up and move on in life) .
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Today is my birthday.
歌词由hardMatrix翻译。
点击这里下载。//Ogg 音频格式, 3.49MB，试听
Friday 29 December 2006
Tuesday 26 December 2006
纪念毛泽东同志诞辰113周年（1893－2006）
东风电影院那颗巨大并耀眼的红色五角星浮雕是我至今仍然有深刻印象的东西。还有四周起起落落时有时无时高亢时婉转的那个年代的人们的歌声。其实五角星人民电影院那里也有八一电影院也是有的但我觉得东风那个最漂亮歌声也最迷人。我母亲喜欢唱歌还喜欢教我唱小小的时候就教冬天躺在被窝里教在不同的房间隔着墙教有时要教到很晚教到我父亲发牢骚。那时我就觉着生活是那么美好的一个东西因为里面有歌声还有美丽的红色五角星。想着我因此会坦然面对黑暗并且还敢戏谑它玩弄它在它里面寻找真正的歌声，像一堆篝火听着你唱的洞里有火在想火里是否有洞呢，再后来也就沉睡下去了被无名的火窒息掉。
ps：下面截图左边那个人长得真像我妈妈年轻的时候。嗲！
电影《草原上的人们》插曲：草原牧歌
曲：向异 词：海默
（女声）
百灵鸟双双地飞，是为了爱情来唱歌
大雁在草原上降落，是为了寻找安乐
啊！嗬咿
我们努力地工作，是为了幸福的生活
啊！嗬咿
我们努力地工作，是为了幸福的生活
（男声）
我们打死野狼，是为了牛羊兴旺
我们赶走敌人，是为了草原解放
啊！嗬咿
我们驰骋在草原上，建设着祖国的边疆
（合）
啊！嗬咿
我们驰骋在草原上，建设着祖国的边疆
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点击这里下载插曲视频。（RM格式，3.22MB）
备用下载
ps：下面截图左边那个人长得真像我妈妈年轻的时候。嗲！
电影《草原上的人们》插曲：草原牧歌曲：向异 词：海默
（女声）
百灵鸟双双地飞，是为了爱情来唱歌
大雁在草原上降落，是为了寻找安乐
啊！嗬咿
我们努力地工作，是为了幸福的生活
啊！嗬咿
我们努力地工作，是为了幸福的生活
（男声）
我们打死野狼，是为了牛羊兴旺
我们赶走敌人，是为了草原解放
啊！嗬咿
我们驰骋在草原上，建设着祖国的边疆
（合）
啊！嗬咿
我们驰骋在草原上，建设着祖国的边疆
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点击这里下载插曲视频。（RM格式，3.22MB）
备用下载
Sunday 24 December 2006
notes on 06.12.24
Simon （西蒙）
■Suede (Done by Sigur Ros)
Soundtracks for "Far from China"
"See You in the Next Life"
UK 2001
Open your eyes and live again
请你睁开眼睛回到我的身边
And I'll open my heart and love again
我会敞开心扉再去爱一次
I'll open my mind deep inside yes I know it's blue
我打开自己内心深处的，我明白… 是忧伤
We all believe in Amsterdam
我们的信仰在阿姆斯特丹
Paris and Spain and Vietnam
在巴黎、西班牙和越南
No one believed you when you said your heart was blue
当你说你感到悲伤的时候，没人愿意相信
It's raining inside and it's raining tonight
孤独弥漫在整个雨夜
and it's raining for me and for you
这是你我之间的忧伤
'Cause all that we see is a life fucked by money
因为我们看到的是一种被金钱玷污的生活
and a world of celebrity fools
和一个追名逐利的丑陋世界
Oh simon are you lost in the pollution?
西蒙，你在混沌中迷失了么？
Simon are you somewhere in my soul?
西蒙，你在我心里的什么地方？
Simon are you nothing but a notion?
西蒙，除了信念你一无所有？
Simon where do we go... now
西蒙，我们现在去哪儿…
Planes write your name up in the sky
飞机在天空中书写你的名字
And flowers die for your suicide
花朵因为你的绝望而死去
The train stops in vain and the pain stop for you
因为你，火车颓然停止、麻木
We all believe in insulin
我们的信念在胰岛素里
Perfume and soap and ventolin
在香水、肥皂和沙丁胺醇里
No one believed you when you said your heart was blue
当你说你感到悲伤的时候，没人愿意相信
It's raining inside and it's raining tonight
孤独弥漫在整个雨夜
and it's raining for me and for you
这是你我之间的忧伤
When nothing makes sense but the pounds and the pence
当除了英镑和便士才能刺激我们的时候
and the dollars and cents are we lose?
我们失去的是金钱么？
Oh simon are you atoms in a jam jar?
西蒙，你的血球凝固在果酱瓶里？
Simon are you somewhere in my soul?
西蒙，你在我心里的什么地方？
Simon are you nothing but a photo in a passport?
西蒙，除了护照上的照片你一无所有？
Simon where do we go?
西蒙，我们去哪儿？
Oh...
哦…
Oh simon oh
西蒙
Oh simon oh
西蒙
Oh simon oh...
西蒙…
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1. 胰岛素、沙丁胺醇，很“素”很“苦”的感觉，是苍白的纯粹。
2. 很小的时候，我曾经把香皂当Wafer饼干吃过。白白的样子很香、很滑，觉得应该非常好吃… 但实际上，它非常辣眼睛。
3. I dreamed about Westminster Abbey last night.
Click here to playback.
(Lyric by suede, translated by hardMatrix)
■Suede (Done by Sigur Ros)
Soundtracks for "Far from China"
"See You in the Next Life"
UK 2001
Open your eyes and live again
请你睁开眼睛回到我的身边
And I'll open my heart and love again
我会敞开心扉再去爱一次
I'll open my mind deep inside yes I know it's blue
我打开自己内心深处的，我明白… 是忧伤
We all believe in Amsterdam
我们的信仰在阿姆斯特丹
Paris and Spain and Vietnam
在巴黎、西班牙和越南
No one believed you when you said your heart was blue
当你说你感到悲伤的时候，没人愿意相信
It's raining inside and it's raining tonight
孤独弥漫在整个雨夜
and it's raining for me and for you
这是你我之间的忧伤
'Cause all that we see is a life fucked by money
因为我们看到的是一种被金钱玷污的生活
and a world of celebrity fools
和一个追名逐利的丑陋世界
Oh simon are you lost in the pollution?
西蒙，你在混沌中迷失了么？
Simon are you somewhere in my soul?
西蒙，你在我心里的什么地方？
Simon are you nothing but a notion?
西蒙，除了信念你一无所有？
Simon where do we go... now
西蒙，我们现在去哪儿…
Planes write your name up in the sky
飞机在天空中书写你的名字
And flowers die for your suicide
花朵因为你的绝望而死去
The train stops in vain and the pain stop for you
因为你，火车颓然停止、麻木
We all believe in insulin
我们的信念在胰岛素里
Perfume and soap and ventolin
在香水、肥皂和沙丁胺醇里
No one believed you when you said your heart was blue
当你说你感到悲伤的时候，没人愿意相信
It's raining inside and it's raining tonight
孤独弥漫在整个雨夜
and it's raining for me and for you
这是你我之间的忧伤
When nothing makes sense but the pounds and the pence
当除了英镑和便士才能刺激我们的时候
and the dollars and cents are we lose?
我们失去的是金钱么？
Oh simon are you atoms in a jam jar?
西蒙，你的血球凝固在果酱瓶里？
Simon are you somewhere in my soul?
西蒙，你在我心里的什么地方？
Simon are you nothing but a photo in a passport?
西蒙，除了护照上的照片你一无所有？
Simon where do we go?
西蒙，我们去哪儿？
Oh...
哦…
Oh simon oh
西蒙
Oh simon oh
西蒙
Oh simon oh...
西蒙…
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1. 胰岛素、沙丁胺醇，很“素”很“苦”的感觉，是苍白的纯粹。
2. 很小的时候，我曾经把香皂当Wafer饼干吃过。白白的样子很香、很滑，觉得应该非常好吃… 但实际上，它非常辣眼睛。
3. I dreamed about Westminster Abbey last night.
Click here to playback.
(Lyric by suede, translated by hardMatrix)
Thursday 21 December 2006
奉献给诸位的圣诞礼物——科幻小说《闪光》
Luminous/闪光
作者：Greg Egan（格雷格·伊根），Australia，1995
类型：Science & Mathematical Fiction
（链接目标不能显示中文的问题已修正）
小说关键词：
陷阱 瑕疵的地图 闪光 超级计算机 上海 业余数学家 局部的真理 边缘 尖刺...
小说片断欣赏：
Alison insisted that we stand guard in shifts. Twenty-four hours earlier, I might have made a joke of it; now I reluctantly accepted the revolver she offered me, and sat watching the door in the neon-tinged darkness while she went out like a light. The hotel had been quiet for most of the evening-but now it came to life. There were footsteps in the corridor every five minutes-and rats in the walls, foraging and screwing and probably giving birth. Police sirens wailed in the distance; a couple screamed at each other in the street below. I'd read somewhere that Shanghai was now the murder capital of the world-but was that per capita, or in absolute numbers? After an hour, I was so jumpy that it was a miracle I hadn't blown my foot off. I unloaded the gun, then sat playing Russian roulette with the empty barrel. In spite of everything, I still wasn't ready to put a bullet in anyone's brain for the sake of defending the axioms of number theory.
艾莉森坚持我俩轮流放哨。要是这是在二十四小时前，我可能会拿这开开涮；现在，我勉强接过她递过的左轮枪，坐在那，盯着黑暗中霓虹微染的大门，而她就像灯火一样熄灭了。 旅馆整晚静悄悄的——但是现在它醒了过来。每隔五分钟，走廊上会传来脚步声——墙内的老鼠，在蹂躏，在榨取，很可能还在生小娃。远处警铃哀号；楼下一对人在街上互喊。我在哪里读到过，上海现在是世界的谋杀之都——到底是人均数？还是绝对数？ 一小时后，我已经紧张的心惊肉跳。我没有把我的脚打爆，还真是奇迹。我卸下子弹，坐在那捣鼓着空枪匣，就像在玩俄罗斯轮盘赌。不管发生什么事，我还是没有准备好把子弹射进任何人的脑袋里，仅仅为了保卫数论公理。
I fell silent, trying to imagine tendrils of contradictory arithmetic reaching down into the everyday world. No doubt IA would aim for surgical precision-hoping to earn themselves a few billion dollars by corrupting the specific mathematics underlying certain financial transactions. But the ramifications would be impossible to predict-or control. There'd be no way to limit the effect, spatially-they could target certain mathematical truths, but they couldn't confine the change to any one location. A few billion dollars, a few billion neurons, a few billion stars . . . a few billion people. Once the basic rules of counting were undermined, the most solid and distinct objects could be rendered as uncertain as swirls of fog. This was not a power I would have entrusted to a cross between Mother Theresa and Carl Friedrich Gauss.
我压根没了声响，试图想象矛盾算法的触须向下探及这平凡的世界中。怪不得工代指望外科手术精准无比——希望通过利用这支撑某些财务往来的特殊数学，赚个盆满钵满。可谁又能预料到或者控制住衍生物呢？没有方法可以控制住结果，这是从空间上讲——他们可以瞄准某些数学真理，但是他们无法限制任何一个位置的变化。几十亿钞票，几十亿神经元，几十亿星球……几十亿人类。一旦计算的基本规则遭到破坏，最可靠最明显的物体都会变得如镜花水月般吃不准。我不能把这种力量委托给德兰修女和卡尔·弗里德里希·高斯的混血儿。
无可置疑，这是一篇非常优秀的小说，无论文笔还是构思，绝对够嗲。但当面对英文原著那“无比巨大”的翻译量的时候，oh god——感谢上海外国语大学的各位友达！！
海鲜就小酒，请在阅读小说时一同欣赏Vangelis的雨淅淅… :)
最后祝大家圣诞节愉快！
作者：Greg Egan（格雷格·伊根），Australia，1995
类型：Science & Mathematical Fiction
（链接目标不能显示中文的问题已修正）
小说关键词：
陷阱 瑕疵的地图 闪光 超级计算机 上海 业余数学家 局部的真理 边缘 尖刺...
小说片断欣赏：
Alison insisted that we stand guard in shifts. Twenty-four hours earlier, I might have made a joke of it; now I reluctantly accepted the revolver she offered me, and sat watching the door in the neon-tinged darkness while she went out like a light. The hotel had been quiet for most of the evening-but now it came to life. There were footsteps in the corridor every five minutes-and rats in the walls, foraging and screwing and probably giving birth. Police sirens wailed in the distance; a couple screamed at each other in the street below. I'd read somewhere that Shanghai was now the murder capital of the world-but was that per capita, or in absolute numbers? After an hour, I was so jumpy that it was a miracle I hadn't blown my foot off. I unloaded the gun, then sat playing Russian roulette with the empty barrel. In spite of everything, I still wasn't ready to put a bullet in anyone's brain for the sake of defending the axioms of number theory.
艾莉森坚持我俩轮流放哨。要是这是在二十四小时前，我可能会拿这开开涮；现在，我勉强接过她递过的左轮枪，坐在那，盯着黑暗中霓虹微染的大门，而她就像灯火一样熄灭了。 旅馆整晚静悄悄的——但是现在它醒了过来。每隔五分钟，走廊上会传来脚步声——墙内的老鼠，在蹂躏，在榨取，很可能还在生小娃。远处警铃哀号；楼下一对人在街上互喊。我在哪里读到过，上海现在是世界的谋杀之都——到底是人均数？还是绝对数？ 一小时后，我已经紧张的心惊肉跳。我没有把我的脚打爆，还真是奇迹。我卸下子弹，坐在那捣鼓着空枪匣，就像在玩俄罗斯轮盘赌。不管发生什么事，我还是没有准备好把子弹射进任何人的脑袋里，仅仅为了保卫数论公理。
I fell silent, trying to imagine tendrils of contradictory arithmetic reaching down into the everyday world. No doubt IA would aim for surgical precision-hoping to earn themselves a few billion dollars by corrupting the specific mathematics underlying certain financial transactions. But the ramifications would be impossible to predict-or control. There'd be no way to limit the effect, spatially-they could target certain mathematical truths, but they couldn't confine the change to any one location. A few billion dollars, a few billion neurons, a few billion stars . . . a few billion people. Once the basic rules of counting were undermined, the most solid and distinct objects could be rendered as uncertain as swirls of fog. This was not a power I would have entrusted to a cross between Mother Theresa and Carl Friedrich Gauss.
我压根没了声响，试图想象矛盾算法的触须向下探及这平凡的世界中。怪不得工代指望外科手术精准无比——希望通过利用这支撑某些财务往来的特殊数学，赚个盆满钵满。可谁又能预料到或者控制住衍生物呢？没有方法可以控制住结果，这是从空间上讲——他们可以瞄准某些数学真理，但是他们无法限制任何一个位置的变化。几十亿钞票，几十亿神经元，几十亿星球……几十亿人类。一旦计算的基本规则遭到破坏，最可靠最明显的物体都会变得如镜花水月般吃不准。我不能把这种力量委托给德兰修女和卡尔·弗里德里希·高斯的混血儿。
无可置疑，这是一篇非常优秀的小说，无论文笔还是构思，绝对够嗲。但当面对英文原著那“无比巨大”的翻译量的时候，oh god——感谢上海外国语大学的各位友达！！
海鲜就小酒，请在阅读小说时一同欣赏Vangelis的雨淅淅… :)
最后祝大家圣诞节愉快！
Sunday 17 December 2006
notes on 06.12.17
I took a long-dream to procrastinate another procrastination. Bored as I am, in one of the dream sequence I rearranged something to happen. I was snuggled down with childishness before I took on the dream. I was hiding my arm which I should, but there wasn't anything there that I was chilled with fear. Everything I hate wasn't captured. Instead, I plan to be much happy after the dream, projecting my awkwardness and invisibility onto a HOLOGRAPHIC dream.La Grande Ourse（大熊星座）
Friday 15 December 2006
notes on 06.12.15
Randomly, I want to bulid one in Liverpool. Build a crowded stage square. I believe I can make every man an actor of truth.
Also walkway there is the one I need, very very pretty bus of course. And then put millions of people walking into and out of the house. Then a drinking house, where high school girls can hang out. The kellner supply guest with luscious wine. Then the stationery mall. Coastal levee are okay. I love it.
In a kinderhaus, every action, good or bad, has its consequences. Drop a handkerchiefand it will return to smother you. The theatre is my drug.
...By that time, everybody would say:
-I shall be valued for me and for what I knew I could do upon this stage.
-And for what I took the heat of my own soul and moulded it!
...And I will tell myself:
My great gift I just throw away.
Also walkway there is the one I need, very very pretty bus of course. And then put millions of people walking into and out of the house. Then a drinking house, where high school girls can hang out. The kellner supply guest with luscious wine. Then the stationery mall. Coastal levee are okay. I love it.
In a kinderhaus, every action, good or bad, has its consequences. Drop a handkerchiefand it will return to smother you. The theatre is my drug.
...By that time, everybody would say:
-I shall be valued for me and for what I knew I could do upon this stage.
-And for what I took the heat of my own soul and moulded it!
...And I will tell myself:
My great gift I just throw away.
Tuesday 12 December 2006
notes on 06.12.12
The webcam is very intriguing. It's a mirror, and it's a lens, and it's a lens shooting a mirror with a lens in the mirror. Very weird. I don't really understand. This picture I shot just now is like something borgesian, INFINITE.
And when I thinking about webcam, my computer and network has something wrong. Input method can not write normal chinese characters, failure to launch rsing-firewall, and nearly all google service isn’t connected as well. I fears were realized tonight, That's DISCONNECTION.
And when I thinking about webcam, my computer and network has something wrong. Input method can not write normal chinese characters, failure to launch rsing-firewall, and nearly all google service isn’t connected as well. I fears were realized tonight, That's DISCONNECTION.
Monday 11 December 2006
notes on 06.12.11
Sometimes, I feel we are like a monkey which dancing to the violin. She take a scrap of paper as if it were a poem she'd just written on a pile of solemn book. She is waiting for a man who crowning her with the bays when she is offering the works.
The feeling that someone sets my teeth on edge. I don't want to do that kind of person who pleasing others with wit and frivolous pretence. I need TRUTH, not artifice.
The feeling that someone sets my teeth on edge. I don't want to do that kind of person who pleasing others with wit and frivolous pretence. I need TRUTH, not artifice.
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