Bathtub of a Pyromaniac

终于有电子纸被用在传统的纸质材质上了，

不过出人意料的竟然是《Esquire》，我还想着应该是《Wired》、《Science》、《Nature》之类的才对，也可能《Esquire》的发行量较前些会大一些吧|||

虽然是在封面上的一小块，但这绝对是出版界的一大杯羹（又开始评论了~~）。上面那个网址里的Youtube视频上讲电池可以维持6个月，要是以后可以变成太阳能的多好，那种有机聚合物的质地触摸起来不一定就比纸质的差，没准以后还会有人因工程（ergonomics）师们专门研究不同新材料质地对人的选择取向的影响来把这种电子出版物（甚至衣物）做到更好！

  The unoccasioned origin of life, the month-long nurishments from creamy cookies, if there is something else that could count as a direct reason for writing a new piece, that would be the onerousness of staying-alone.
  Of the many things I wanted to confess, the severest is that I'm not a proper rule-follower. Once in this summer vacation I caught on a Japanese TV sitcom called <Dragon Zakura>. A group of grade-E students are instructed under a specially organized team of teachers to secure their admittance in Tokyo University. A conclusive speech by the team of teachers after one of the mock-exams contains these strikingly illuminating lines,
  "Rule-followers are the type of person TU wanted...and it is that kind of people who is, in most cases, simultaneously creative and ingenious."
  It is quite the truth. To surpass rules, you must make them true to you first(adapted from the sayings of Batman Begins--to overcome fear, you must become fear itself). This maybe hard to follow since most of the rules are not explicitly phrased and seems opaque in our inherent knowledge.
  前两天在电视上看到的某个答题节目，“天篷元帅和猪八戒是不是同一个人，请聪明的小朋友发送答案到...”，看了以后十分无奈。首先天篷元帅和猪八戒大概都不能算作普通意义上的人~而且即使普遍来说它们可以算人，判断两者是不是同一个人的标准(rules)又是什么？单从外表来看，两者肯定是大相径庭，那么可以说它们不是同一个人；若从意识角度来判断，他们大概可以算作同一个人，因为至少它们都享有一段在天庭的经历，这段经历是相同的。但是，跳出这愈辩愈繁的圈子(stop pretending that I'm paranoid or schizophrenic)，从“聪明的小朋友”的观点来看，它们肯定是同一个人。
  This is a rather simple case to show that I'm not a proper rule-follower, and one which, fortunately, the right answer is accessible to me. However, things are far less tangible when dealing with more advanced challenges like a certain exam in the college years or questions to be orally answered. I would stuck in some of the self-imagined detours and get heavily astray, even though the answers are completely within my grasp.
  Besides, distraction is my next harshest enemy in concentration, like when reading. Even though it truly brought me epiphanies from a novel combination in my repertoire of knowledge, for whatever kind it may be, it breaks the line of reasoning from the rulemakers, who, in this case, is the author of the book. What's worse, it could happen at any time, even in exams. This does affect my responses to the questions and I would, therefore, more often than not, skate over the main issue that are required to address and hunt down the things just conceived like crazy(like arcing in the brain). Similar things can happen whether in situation critical or daily routines, like once-in-a-lifetime exams, cycling, etc. I easily got stuck by an attractor, in the theory of chaos.

  So I decide to venture into Dumbfoundland, where I expect to come upon sth that truly suits me, or more specifically, my LOGIC.

    It's to be envied to be alone, sometimes. 

    Now that more than 6 billion are born with the identity of man, among which few are acquainted with yourself, so it's fairly convenient to get lost, intentionally. You can cower at the corner of a bookshelf in the library, enjoying an easy read  alongside a stranger A; You may deviate the main road or make a detour around the populated destination to be kept unseen; Or if you be daring, patronize a relatively high-standard eat-out or drink-out at some place your peers wouldn't normally go. But the ultimate approach is, just as I did, to go to a place far far away.

    Here I came, into the deep south, to reconstruct my social atmosphere: a new batch of friends, sharing a sphere of interest just as the old ones did; a line of shops, selling things with no marked contrast to the old ones; a series of activities, more or less the same as the old ones except nuances in financial flexibility; loads of enchanting books, bearing the truth that is simultaneously accredited around the world.

    Before long, as the wavefront the dewdrop occasioned reaches the others, I will not be alone any more.

    So it's to be envied to be alone, sometimes.

Dear Mr. Eco,

I’ve finally made up my mind writing to you after nearly a year of struggle against my busy study and the enrichment of my own thoughts.

When I’m a high school senior two years ago, I began to notice, with exhilaration and ecstasy, something curious about the things and conceptions floating around me and mingling in the conversation we took part in. That is, a profound similarity between the conceptions we are familiar with in our lives. It is not just similes, metaphors, analogies we are fed on to strengthen our understanding or simply for a joke, or bigger coated truth like that in the Truman Show as a witty deception. It is, in addition, the archetypes that came far from our subliminal realms, and which have generally been distorted and exaggerated by the inadequate interpretation and reiteration of languages and rituals. The time has come for us to organize the facts in different orders of similarity, by which I mean the degree of similarity, and grasp what they commonly possess as archetypes.

 

I would like to set an example for this:

Things related to “Repulsion” (an assumed archetype) include

Xenophobia,

The repulsion of the same electric charges,

Allergy,

Excommunication,

Vomit,

Trepidation,

Hatred,

Hermeticism/Anti-social,

Insulation,

Blindness/Deafness,

Waterproof,

Anorexia,

Pain,

 

Further, we classify these conception hierarchically and yields the following chart.

 

As you can see this chart is far yet complete, much more detailed subgenres are to be listed and linked to form the genealogy of variegated conceptions or the diverged aspects from a single archetype.

Thus a question may rise from the acceptance of shared archetypal images among groups of conceptions spanning the whole range of human knowledge, that is, whether those archetypes can be invented or can only be reinvented or rediscovered. Will the saying “Nothing comes from nothing” be proved or denounced? I found, later, in Popper’s <<Conjectures and Refutations>> that Plato had already assumed the recollection progress of human knowledge development, which is evidently in support of the saying, though a bit different from mine.

I wish you may lead a team of experts from different areas of human knowledge and set up an international project if you perceive something precious in my opinion. The aim of it should be to scrutinize the archetypes of knowledge and exhaust its established derivatives in all regions of human knowledge.

Waiting for good news and wish you sound and happy.

 

 

                                                                                                                        Your utmost sincerity

                                                                                                                                   Xian Rui

                                                                                                                               07.3.18 China

A:是该反省一下了
B:明天再说
C:Hmmmmmm....(the tune of Humoresque from Dvorak)
D:你说什么？
E:这种思想是怎么产生的？
F:我可以用宏观的思维测度光子的世界么？
G:差不多也该睡了八
....

The quietus of the night ennobles my very existence,
for whose purpose would I be mutated towards,
and for whose incentive should I be dragged on
I wanted to pirouette,
in silhouette
down to oubliette
Nothing came,
nothing left,
from the joy,
I'm bereft

07年是个decisive year，大学是成功还是虚度全在这里揭晓，不是为了考研，也不是为了国家。
It's time to set aside altruism and put on selfishness. History will tell.

 

(本文系元旦凌晨所写，但至今才得以张贴，都是宿舍网络问题呀)

挑战杯进行中...全校沸腾了...

'Tis the last mosquito of summer

  Left sucking alone;

All its bloodthirsty companions

  Are hidden and gone;

No bug of its kindred,

  No brethren is nigh,

To appreciate its buzzes,

  To share budget for blood.

早春的阴柔,仲夏的溽闷,金秋的萧飒,孟冬的酥爽...

不过现在是初秋,一个混乱不堪的世界里混乱不堪的时节. 天气不时还闷热,蚊虫猖獗,但阴冷时却也落叶纷纷...

这则日志是向大家汇报我现在的惨状: 晚上睡觉不怎么凉快却要用床单严严地捂住头,只露出鼻孔以下;夜里还会被蚊子的嗡声吵醒(智商低的家伙就是话多...),或被痒醒(啊...!!). 今天数了一下,右脚15个包,左脚12个包(脚上的包都较小),左臂8个包,右臂9个包,左右腿上还有近10个包(But I'm still alive...alive for my favorite autumn). 虽然伤痕累累,但我却得出蚊子是左右不分的.

 

望各位保重.