昨天度过了快乐的一天。下午1点做论文的Presentation，导师用了extremely这样的副词来评价，原定的提问也变成了点评。我在演讲中用了一个小技巧，为解释中英公众舆论的不同。我拿出昨天刚买的泰晤士报，指着头版关于失踪小女孩曼德琳的报导说，曼德琳的失踪，在英国引起了公众舆论的高度关注，但是就在不久前，杭州第四人民医院一个出生五天的婴儿失踪，却没有引发全国性的轰动。
晚上两个磁器过生日，大家畅饮高歌，一扫在坎特伯雷公寓上空笼罩多日的阴霾。
今天是六月份最后一天，还有9天时间就要离开。我给自己定的论文死线是7月6日交，所以在美国独立日那一天，我将全部完工。
从现在起，我大量时间都会在计算机房度过，大家可以通过右侧的twitter标志了解我的动态。
生逢7月4日，在教堂的大钟敲响10下之前，我将对着太空和宇宙，大喊一声：Freedom！
中国贸易报的雇员兰成长被杀案，一审判决下来了。主凶无期，其余有期徒刑。
一个人道的社会，不一定非要一命抵一命，但法律的施行应当公平。
以下是我商业伦理课写的一篇作业，《报纸人之死：从兰成长案看中国新闻记者的伦理问题》，厚着脸皮上载上来，供朋友们批评指正以及[和菜头]、[王小山]学习。关于这篇作业，请参看以前的一篇博：
From [梦想家的学徒时代]
Lindsey是个学中国文学的美国mm，过去一年在南大教英语。名字很像“林下”，是不是？她的方向是唐诗和中古欧洲诗歌。推荐她的一篇博文，把在中国的日子写得温情风趣。
What I Will And Will Not Miss About China
10:19am Wednesday, Jun 13
A note thus titled by my Australian friend Loz who also teaches in Nanjing has prompted me to write one of my own, as a fitting “goodbye for now, see you soon” tribute to my second home, China. (It should be clear which ones I will miss and which I will not. I will clarify as necessary.)
People thinking white skin is beautiful. God, I love that.
Wondering if this is your last day on earth every time you enter a taxi. Or cross the street.
The hocking of loogies, everywhere. You all have no idea. (Okay, well some of you do.)
Children peeing and pooing right on the street.
The stares.
Having to explain that even “一点点” (a little bit) of meat makes a dish no longer vegetarian. Also having to tell them that 火腿肠 (hotdog meat) is indeed meat and no, yes I’m sure, it is not a vegetable.
Buying Starbucks on a Chinese salary. Ouch.
How super helpful Chinese people can become when they see you’re foreign.
How they become even nicer when you speak Chinese.
How disappointed they become when they see you know how to bargain.
Buddhist vegetarian restaurants.
Chinese gaudy decorations and the insane amounts of fluorescent lights they have on at night. (Yes, I will miss this.)
Children saying “hello!” to me as I walk down the street. (Will miss.)
Guys saying “hello!” to me and laughing with their friends at their bravado as I walk down the street. (Not miss.)
How washing dishes often consists in rinsing them with cold water.
My good students.
My bad students. (Although to be perfectly honest, some of them were funny in their own way too… Most of them I will not miss.)
Students cheating on quizzes and thinking it’s normal or even funny.
白酒 Baijiu, a kind of Chinese alcohol. I will very much miss.
Eating meals with a large group of Chinese friends or my Chinese family.
Cab drivers asking me how much money I earn. Cab drivers telling me (not asking me) things about America and how rich we all are. As a matter of fact, I’m going to miss everything about Chinese cab drivers except their driving.
People very flatteringly (if completely inaccurately) comparing me to 大山 (a Canadian in China extremely famous for speaking perfect Chinese).
Chinese children. The most adorable children in the world.
Really fat Chinese men pulling their shirts halfway up in hot weather.
Riding with 70 other people on a bus meant for 30 on a really hot day. (Did I mention most Chinese people do not wear deodorant?)
Chinese people talking about me thinking I don’t understand.
Knowing how to write characters that Chinese people forget, and writing it for them. (Granted, this has only happened once, but it was a great feeling.)
How direct Chinese people are. (“You know him, the really fat one.” “Excuse me?!”)
Nanjing dialect. (啊是啊?)
Suzhou dialect. (啊是个啊?)
The Chinglish signs. (“Civilized behavior of tourists is another bright scenery.” “Mouse salad.” “For defecate, go to F2.” And, compliments of Loz, “Cunt examination room.” I kid you not.)
Having to boil water before you can drink it.
Garbages often consisting in piles on the corner of streets.
Hot soymilk and youtiao in the morning. (How can I go back to cereal?)
Chinese gardens.
Being violently elbowed by ninety-year old Chinese women to get on the bus.
The complete lack of any safety railings at national resorts.
Chinese people telling me how annoying it is that there are so many Chinese people.
Little white dogs with dyed fluorescent green or orange ears. This may be particular to my road in Nanjing, but I see it a lot.
Cheap books.
The lines, oh god, the lines. (Or should I say, the complete lack of any concept of what the word “line” should mean?)
And, most of all, I’m going to miss all of my Chinese friends and my Chinese family so much I try not to think about it. I highly recommend China to everyone, I have so many great memories from my year here.
美国中情局，一敲下这几个汉字或者那三个字母，我的心就为之一颤。这是阴谋的老巢，暗杀的后台，帝国主义恐怖的基地。
星期二（6月26日），中央情报局一批机密文件在得到解密，并可以在中央情报局网站供公众阅读。
这批文件分为两个部分，其中被称为”家传之宝”的一批文件记录了中央情报局企图暗杀卡斯特罗等活动。
而另外一批被称为“凯撒-波罗-以扫”的文件则包括1953-1973年期间中央情报局发表的147份有关中国和苏联领导层以及中苏关系的分析报告。
其中有关中国的”波罗”系列文件包括中情局在1961年和1973年之间就毛泽东思想、中共领导层、文化大革命以及中印边界纠纷和中国支持东南亚反政府武装等问题上的一系列报告和分析。
update:打开了一份1962关于毛泽东地位衰落、健康恶化的秘密报告（后证明不实），发现中情局太事儿妈了，小样儿，还配了漫画。
下了一夜雨，刚停。本来以为英国的建筑工人下雨可以在家喝啤酒呢，可窗外分明传来电钻的轰鸣。看来全世界劳动人民的境遇都差不多。宿舍里太吵了，我不得不再次跑路，去机房。
如大家所知，白板报又推出3.0了。版本更新之快，世界上除微软外，无可比肩者。
从昨天开始到乔叟计算机房（我们俗称的”网吧”）写论文，尽可能减少一切不必要的干扰。不过还是被干扰了，一个会说汉语的小姑娘，估计是香港人，跟几个同学在商量作业，不知怎么没谈拢，忽然用极其歇斯底里的英语开始大吵，声音之尖利，足以把水晶吊灯震碎，幸亏网吧也不衬这玩意。我平生最怕的就是这种声音，直到现在坐在宿舍里，想到那声音，还是有股莫名的烦恼。
而昨天在一个酒吧点了一份早餐，服务员是一个30多岁的白人大嫂。她面容语气中透出生命的喜悦，按照英国人的习惯，她用清脆的声音喊顾客”Darling”。这种快乐的工作态度，肯定不是培训出来的，而是心灵和信仰的产物。
睡觉大于天，论文明天干。Bye了您老。
周围全都是鬼，新的鬼，旧的鬼，
城墙鬼，防火鬼，大畜牲，小化牲，一大堆。
反正我也做不了人，还不如干脆做鬼，
做鬼的倒有了生机，活生生的比人还美。
留学把鬼变成人，论文把人变成鬼；
决心把鬼又变成人，磨叽把人又变成鬼；
朋友的关怀把鬼又变成人，自己的散漫把人又变成鬼；
郭大侠手把手指导把我彻底变成了人，
我要争取无论如何也不能把自己再变成鬼。
4:24 a.m.
昨天失眠了，天亮了，死活也睡不着。勉勉强强迷糊了一小时。出门，吃了一顿English Breakfast，然后坐在市政广场，大理石的白光让我晕眩。
走进Past times，开始兴奋起来，买了£50多的礼品，其中包括我最喜欢的一个雕塑：花船仙子。
回来跟小东聊了回天，然后就困了，大约在下午四点多的时候睡了过去，10点多醒来。参加了消灭白蚁运动，到了1:20 a.m开始写LR，完成了600多字。进度不快，但是好歹找到了一些感觉。把原先文献回顾中忽略的Public Opinion的发展历史梳理了出来。
被套床单在烘干，剩下的一小时要继续干。现在不能给自己太多压力，能干多少算多少，保持流畅的语感很重要，哪怕慢一点也没关系。
要对自己宽容。
