Words like "be a normal", "grow up", "learn to follow", and even other suggestions for a turn of my routine never received my credential.

A serious introspection reveals the story underneath.

Usually, the tone, atmosphere, and other intangible elements of that kinda conversation suggests the sloppiness, indifference, and sometimes even hostility of the speaker. Sincerity and good wills are constantly missing here. Technically, it's all because of direct confrontation of difference. C would have better chance convincing me, but she would never do that, fortunately. People (mainland Chinese in general) are anxious to sell philosophies, especially the vanilla survival clauses; then it ends up with two fates: either they are already household in the community, or they end up with few buyers from the other side of the world.

Within one day, I got two such instances from two acquaintances. And I'm not strong enough, yet, to give simpler yet more perceivable powerful humor in my reaction. I am too much of a pagan like what all the others once were before they got converted. We were all at some point afraid of change, the baptism, and were questioning the meaning of individuality, merely to lose our grip to the cozy embrace of mediocrity in the end. The only record of resistance left would be questions like this post I'm still writing. And years later I'd probably be turning to laugh at this weaklin moan from a prisoner of ego.

But, the state of being now and here, with some amazing people at my lab for example, always reminds me of the fact that I'm not crazy in the eyes of another. This summer was an even worse nightmare after all that's happened along the same storyline from the summer before. I came through the deafening collision of ideologies in the form of relationship (or more accurately, a blind date that was taken seriously only one-sidedly), mixed with multi-lingual debates, and rewritten history/memories. When feeling alienated in the endless concrete crowd, even though a pinch of pride was still harbored in my mind, there was this oldest question there resonating: exactly WHO was the crazy one? The answer appeared to be more and more obvious as years went by, as the "winner takes all" adage has gained its dark throne.

Luckily enough, there was YOU and someone else that suggests otherwise. It's this simple nuance that makes all the difference. I was too polluted myself to believe what I heard from them at the beginning. This nevertheless is the anchor that stopped me from losing my grip. We all need something to believe in. But most need external confirmation from majority/authority instead of grabbing the tip of the long tail by autonomy. I know how warm and relaxed it should be when you get used to the gravity while you fall... All of them reported being blissfully blessed during the course by the survival travel guide, the HOW-TO, the open-source edition of the bible, and doubtlessly liberated when you hit the ground. Reading those makes you see through the bland future, while bearing the primal screams along the long hard way out of hell. The infancy never goes away; there are tears in different disguise at each gate; they never dry up until you leave.

The more you learn, the less you talk. As for me, I'd really wanna show my respect to all living beings. Be childishly friendly and open to possibilities, even when witnessing the good turning into the ugly, and then the bad; and I met the other resistance who sets fire on everything, which droves me away all the same. In the middle of nowhere, much like my parents, however, I really don't see that I'd ever forget what I once believed. There will be a frequency of my own radio, the vessel of my own metabolism, however weak it would be, however late the construction might be completed.

那个星球周围没有卫星, 所以在无边的黑夜里没有自然光.
但人们也习惯了不使用照明, 即使在能源手段已经成为宇宙通用的今天.

和地球不同, 在那吞噬万物的黑暗中,
人们从声音信息里可以清楚地判断物体的轮廓, 色泽,
可以判断表情....

一句话, 耳朵, 可以听到眼睛所见, 却又流淌着独特的滋味.

于是夜里, 人们驻留在户外, 凉台, 街道, 海滩,
尽情享受着音景, 自由地交谈, 买卖, 甚至继续工作,
伸手不见五指, 却可听见五指, 谁也不会冲撞到谁, 如同蝙蝠一样.
夜里的交通指示灯和各种主动性路牌切换为声波频段, 因此驾照考试里
必须测试交通频段听力识别的题目.

声音就这样在周遭书写着实实在在的时间和空间.

走入夜间的酒吧, 无须乔装打扮, 搔首弄姿,
那位歌手只操控歌声里的每个谐波分量来打动人们.
每毫秒里的声音微粒传达着她的外貌, 姿态, 伤愈的心灵.

次日白天, 恒星普照, 人们又看得见了, 但笑容和昨夜无恙.

她不是美女, 但他闭上眼的时候, 她就是宇宙.

BOINC: compute for science

人肉搜索大军会自愿用这个么?

If you feel uncomfortable doing what's right, then you probably haven't stopped what's wrong.

つっとそばにいるから、おつかれさまでした！ほんとうよ（->ほんとだよ）。

...dictates human relations.

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable,
must be the truth.
        -- Sherlock Holmes, "The Sign of Four"

Run the previous command.                                              !!
Run command number n                                                   !n
Run most recent command starting with characters in string             !string
Run most recent command containing characters that match string        !?string

juk

(rhythmbox on kde)

fortunes
fortunes-mod
fortune-zh
fortunes-mario
fortunes-debian-hints

(extras for the most interesting command on linux: "fortune")

Crisopa


Grab as much stuff as you can under this artist's name.
Gorgeous ambient/downtempo.

现在明白FQ在攻击什么了， 虽然只是听闻攻击

1. 在中国不能排队.
2. 在中国求人要贿赂.
3. 在中国结婚男人必须有车有房, 不然就是中穷彩.
4. 在中国人们都相信爱情是假的, 物质是真的.
   

等等.

这些全部被引用为激励日本白领的箴言....

小旗的鉴真东渡.

估计有智商的日本小朋友们也不会学, 虽然全是真的.

但愿10年后再拍一部学到的是别的. Amen.

You should have the same outrageous experience as I do: People randomly throw at you a stranger music album that THEY are currently emotionally involved, ....worse, it appears as a line of text through IM.

According to Fitt's law, such an audio recommending "interface" is infinitely small, and infinitely far from your cognitive devices. The only thing you know about it is that it is still a piece of information from your friend, not spam, although very very close to one. Even worse, their motives are more often than not showing-off rather than sharing (especially the vicious community that I personally was involved in the ancient time). In short, a waste of time and energy. All they need is like a shoutbox on last.fm, a blog, and ....peace.

The IM plugins for showing the currently-played music offer no more than a pull version of the same service. It's still a distant, intangible message. Even last.fm made little improvement here in terms of the accuracy.

Upon the reply to your polite request for a direct link to their clueless messages, you would end up with more frustrations about broken links and so on. An asynchronous deal like this is such a pain in the ass. And the anxious waiting for positive responses on the pushing end has a high chance of going in vain.

Shoutcasts/Radios/Podcasts require engagement. While DAAP and network audio server may be better alternatives, which allow you to eavesdrop in realtime.

Hey, that's why even when pulseaudio is broken, and there is not yet any audio sound server working around me, I'm still a big fan of it, coz it's the future of spamless recommendation!

alan parsons project - eye in the sky

Dont think sorrys easily said
Dont try turning tables instead
Youve taken lots of chances before
But Im not gonna give anymore
Dont ask me
Thats how it goes
Cause part of me knows what youre thinkin

Dont say words youre gonna regret
Dont let the fire rush to your head
Ive heard the accusation before
And I aint gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

Chorus:
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I dont need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Dont leave false illusions behind
Dont cry cause I aint chnaging my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I aint gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving

(chorus)

Goal: OCR
Task: Convert RGB JPEG to 1-bit TIFF with imagemagick; use tesseract on 1-bit TIFF
Steps

1. convert -type Grayscale in.jpg -compress None out.tif
2. convert -type Bilevel -threshold xxx out.tif out.tif
3. tesseract out.tif output

tesseract-ocr


(amazing OCR app by google)

很多好人是慢慢变坏的.
新的时代坏人应该有新的定义.


于是, 我突然惊奇的发现, 很多人都是坏人.