陟其高山

看了最近的新闻，对欧洲人彻底失望了。人家的态度是：真的假的，who cares？德国之声更露骨：中国人就算没错，西藏人更没错，就算是武装起义，也是应该的。

看到这儿俺就明白了，什么支持藏独？全是假的，真支持的话没这个干的。就是讨厌你，想恶心你。你凑上去解释也没用，不信就是不信，证据再多也没用。

俺现在大彻大悟，最近正在认真学习东普鲁士，也就是east prussia的历史。碰到德国人的话，就问问他们这事咋办？被人家俄罗斯人给殖民了，我们中国人都替你着急。碰到法国人就问问尼斯，科西嘉什么时候还给意大利，碰到意大利人就问问什么时候能把这俩地方要回来，再问问他们怎么考虑西西里独立的问题。英国人就啥也不说了，碰到英格兰的就谴责他们压制苏格兰，爱尔兰和威尔士，碰到剩下这三地方的就同情他们，问他们为啥不敢反抗。鬼子如果说他活得挺好，不觉得被压制俺就更加同情他，倍有爱心。

这几天一直在号召德国人要回东普鲁士，心情很舒畅。终于知道李察基尔这小子是啥感觉，虽然是损人不利己，但总觉得自己很有理想，很崇高，而且在精神上俯瞰被欺辱的德国人，鄙视抢占他们土地的俄罗斯人，立陶宛人等。

遗憾的就是youtube这烂地方经常删帖子，俺煽风点火的那些帖子存在往往不到几分钟，真他妈的服了，这得多少人在线管理阿。

列个俺熟悉的表

1：科西嘉岛，Corsica及其wiki链接链接出处
介绍：18世纪以前一直是意大利领土，后来归属法国。

2：尼斯（nice），16世纪前一直是意大利领土，后来反复争夺，19世纪后彻底归属法国。

3：东普鲁士（east prussia）
这个成分很复杂，传统德国人聚集区，历史政治面貌可以参考wiki，链接出处该地区到19世纪末还是以德国人为主，现在基本没有德国人了，也不归他们统治。

4：加泰罗尼亚（catalonia），喜爱巴萨的球迷都知道，西班牙的传统独立倾向很强的区域。

5：西西里岛（sicily），这个地方历史上没有任何定论，大家轮流坐庄，19世纪归属意大利。因此西西里人到现在独立情绪还是很激烈。

6：直布罗陀，Gibraltar，英国的殖民地，西班牙一直想搞回来就是搞不回来。

7：英国的地名大家都清楚，剩下的阿尔萨斯洛林大家可以多研究，还有一些很不错的民族争议地区欢迎大家补充，我熟悉的主要是这些。

8：特里亚斯特（Trieste），夜月空山提供：

1382年到1918年一直都是奥地利的一部分，那里还有希茜公主的行宫。曾经非常繁荣，并入意大利以后衰落下去。
因为工作原因曾去那里呆过一段时间，两个印象特别深，一，风景灰常优美，半山半水的美丽古城。二，不少老人以及郊区的人还能说德语，郊区以及农村的人还有很多说斯洛文尼亚语，我住的那个旅馆老板娘一句英语都不会，而我除了Bon jorno不懂半句意大利语，但很快我就发现用德语可以和她流畅的交流…

在1382年到1919年之间，的里雅斯特属于奥地利的一部分。1920年，的里雅斯特和整个弗留利-威尼斯朱利亚被移交给意大利。但这次合并剥夺了该市传统的腹地，使其重要性大为下降。1922年10月30日，贝尼托·墨索里尼的法西斯执政，斯洛文尼亚裔（占人口的25%）开始受到镇压，达到顶点 on 4月13日 1920年,意大利民族主义团体烧毁Narodni dom (National House)，的里雅斯特斯洛文尼亚人的文化中心。

9：此外三个地方，夜月空山提供
比利时，弗莱芒人vs瓦隆人

罗马尼亚——特兰西瓦尼亚，围绕这个地方罗马尼亚和匈牙利成了死敌，以至于二战时同为德国盟军的他们自己打起来倒比跟苏联打热闹。

摩尔多瓦——德涅斯特河沿岸共和国。

Belgium——Flemish vs Walloon
Romania——Transivania, with Hungary
Moldova——Transnistria（Pridnestrovian Moldavian Republic

看人下菜单
英国：
+北爱尔兰
+苏格兰
+威尔士

法国
+布列塔尼(Bretagne/Breizh)
+科西嘉(Corsica)
+尼斯(Nice)

德国
+东普鲁士*(East Prussia)，首府哥尼斯堡。现在分属：
++波兰，主要城市：什切青(Szczecin，德语原名斯德丁Stettin)，格但斯克（Gdansk，德语原名但泽Danzig） —— 这些地方还可以给波兰挖坑
++俄罗斯，主要城市：加里宁格勒(Kaliningrad，德语原名哥尼斯堡Konigsberg)
++立陶宛，主要城市：克莱佩达(Klaipeda，德语原名Memel)

意大利
+西西里(Sicily/Sicilia)，首府巴勒莫(Palermo)

西班牙
+巴斯克(Basque/Vasco/Euskadi)，首府毕尔巴鄂(Bilbao)
+加泰隆尼亚(Catalonia)，首府巴塞罗那(Barcelona)
+直布罗陀*(Gibraltar)

* 是被占领土

波兰历史就是一部被瓜分史，对付他们很容易。捷克领土有啥问题没有？最近跳得也很欢。

附作者感言:
说道理不管用，讲不明白的
他们要的是一种道德上的优越感，我们也可以嘛。

一定要多关心他们，例如每次和意大利人聊起来科西嘉的时候，他们总是逃避或者痛苦，或者装出无所谓的样子。哈哈，很好玩

俺喜爱科西嘉是因为科西嘉和我们这疙瘩比较有渊源
没事讲讲这些很好的，往他们伤口撒点盐，最后表个态：俺支持勤劳善良美丽大方的意大利人，虚伪的法国人俺最讨厌。意大利鬼子感激的眼眶都湿润了

我没少拿直布罗陀恶心西班牙人
曾经和西班牙人住一块，这帮鸟人很无聊，整天party。不过还算比较友好。每当他们流露出对我们缺少人权的自由的时候，俺就很清纯的问：直布罗陀怎么回事啊？

西班牙人倒也聪明：英国抢的呀，你们的香港不也一样吗？
俺继续问：香港回来了，直布罗陀什么时候回来啊。
西班牙人就开始沉默，然后傻乐

北京-烟台-青岛-北京-扬州-北京-南京-扬州-重庆-家

这就是毕业前后走过的地方

往前看到上一篇日志竟然还是3月份的时候写的，我还一直都以为是去年写的了

不管怎么样，我总算毕业了，回家了

虽然在家里呆不了太久，回家的感觉总是很好的

最高气温25度

空气湿润清新

街上美女众多

我知道，我今后永远不会再生活在这里

组长说她想见我，好像别的高中同学都已经散落在天涯了

表哥送我的便携式音响，正在用1812测试器材，效果不错，据说花掉他大把的银子

老爸的车，我太土了，今天熄火10次以上，而且晚上竟然找不到夜间灯光开关在哪里，开得老妈心惊肉跳

爷爷真的有点老了，想看我毕业的照片，可惜我只有电子版的，明天赶紧去洗

一个月，以后再也不可能在家呆这么久了

以后，我的家不在这里

 

人一生中很多事情道理都是一样的，比如申请学校和谈恋爱，有人给你offer，你想从了他家，但是又有一点点不甘心，总觉得也许还会有更好的，于是你既没有接受也没有拒绝，保持一种暧昧的状态……说实话，我一开始的申请理念就是不拒绝、不主动、不负责，所以搞到现在只有一家给我offer（我很感激他家，真的），我觉得这至少比到处表明忠心要好得多，而且人生有一offer亦足矣。不过我当时并没有答应接受这个offer，所以一直都在等。这里顺便提一句，UIUC那次面试我的时候，我就是表了极大的忠心，结果最后人家考虑再三，把我一脚给踹了……现在想起来，万分感谢他家把我踹了，要是真给offer我还不一定去呢，所以忠心不能随便乱表。后来有一天，被一个同学教育了半天，说你申请太negative了，不能坐以待毙啊……于是上周末终于打算电话骚扰小米，还没有骚扰成功就收到了某dream school（安全起见，现在先简称为ds学校）的面试，当天兴奋得想要bg全人类，感觉自己是这个世界上最幸福的人……后来面试以后，保持了一定的骚扰频率，同学又说话了，你骚扰小米没有用，应该骚扰Director，但无奈Director的电话总是没人接，昨天晚上终于打通了，今天早上起来就刷到了拒信，不过还留了一丝希望，说如果拿到offer的人不去的话我们还会考虑你的，这简直就是给人一个梦想的泡沫然后把它打爆，那感觉跟失恋差不多……不管了，继续等，ds的魅力有那么大么？把我折磨得魂不守舍的……悼

The members of the orchestra are divided into four sections. These are woodwinds, the strings, the brass, and the percussion. There's also someone standing in front of all these folks playing no instrument at all. This would be the conductor. It is generally required that the conductor is required to make musical decisions and to hold all of the instruments together in a cohesive interpretation of any given work. Not so. Rather, the conductor is necessary because the four groups would rather eat Velveeta than have anything to do with someone from another section. And, as we all know, musicians are quite serious about their food.

Why all the animosity? Before I begin my explanation, let me set the record straight in plain English about some of the characteristics that typify the four groups.

• The woodwind players have IQs in the low- to mid- genius range. Nerds with coke-bottle glasses and big egos, blowers tend to be extremely quiet, cowering behind bizarre-looking contraptions -- their instruments -- so nobody will notice them. It is often difficult to discern whether a wind player is male or female.
• String players are neurotic prima donnas who won't even shake your hand for fear of permanent injury. A string player will never look you directly in the eye and they don't bathe carefully . . . or often.
• Brass players are loud-mouthed drunkards who bully everyone with the possible and occasional exception of a stray percussionist. They like to slick their hair back. Nobody knows why.
• Percussionists are insensitive oafs who constantly make tasteless jokes at the expense of the strings and woodwinds. They look very good in concert attire but have the worst table manners of all the musicians. They are always male, or close enough. Now, is it any wonder orchestra members have little to do with anyone outside of their own section? For the answer to this and other pertinent questions we will need to examine the individual instrument and the respective -- if not respected -- players of each section.

The Woodwind

Oboe players are seriously nuts. They usually develop brain tumors from the extreme pressure built up over years of playing this rather silly instrument. Oboists suffer from a serious Santa Claus complex, spending all their waking hours carving little wooden toys for imaginary children, although they will tell you they are putting the finishing touches on the world's greatest reed. Oboists can't drive and always wear clothes on size too small. They all wear berets and have special eating requirements which are endlessly annoying and which are intended to make them seem somewhat special. English horn players are losers and always dress better than oboists. They cry at the drop of a beret.

Bassoon players are downright sinister. They are your worst enemy, but they come on so sweet that it is hard to catch them at their game. Here's an instrument that's better seen that heard. Bassoon players like to give the impression that theirs is a very difficult instrument to play, but the truth is that the bassoon only plays one or two notes per piece and is therefore only heard for a minute in any given evening. However, in order to keep their jobs -- their only real concern -- they act up a storm doing their very best to look busy.

It takes more brawn, and slightly less brain, to play contrabassoon. They are available in pawn shops in large numbers -- the instruments as well as the players -- and they play the same three or four numbers as the tuba, although not quite as loud or beautiful.

Okay, now we come to the flute. Oversexed and undernourished is the ticket here. The flute player has no easier time of getting along with the rest of the orchestra than anyone else, but that won't stop them from sleeping with everyone. Man and woman alike, makes no difference. The bass flute is not even worth mentioning. Piccolos, on the other hand, belong mainly on the fifty yard line of a football field where the unfortunate audience can maintain a safe distance.

The clarinet is, without a doubt, the easiest of all orchestral instruments to play. Clarinets are cheap, and the reeds are literally a dime a dozen. Clarinetists have lots of time and money for the finest wines, oriental rugs, and exotic sports cars. They mostly have no education, interest, or talent in music, but fortunately for them they don't do much. Clarinets come in various sizes and keys -- nobody knows why. Don't ask a clarinetist for a loan, as they are stingy and mean. Some of the more talented clarinetists can learn to play the saxophone. Big deal.

Let's continue with the real truth about . . .

The Strings

We begin with the string family's smallest member: the violin. The violin is a high-pitched, high-tension instrument. It's not an easy instrument to play. Lots of hard music is written for this instrument. Important things for a violinist to keep in mind are: Number one -- the door to your studio should be left slightly open so everyone can hear your brilliant practice sessions. Number two: you should make disparaging remarks about the other violinists whenever possible, which is most of the time. And number three: you should tell everyone how terribly valuable your instrument is until they drool.

The viola is a large and awkward instrument, which when played, sounds downright disgusting. Violists are the most insecure members of the string section. Nothing can be done about this. Violists don't like to be made fun of and therefore find ways of making people feel sorry for them. They wear shabby clothes so that they'll look as if they had been dragged under a train. It works quite well.

People who play the cello are simply not good looking. They have generally chosen their instrument because, while in use, the cello hides 80% of its player's considerable bulk. Most cellists are in analysis which won't end until they can play a scale in tune or, in other words, never. Cellists wear sensible shoes and always bring their own lunch.

Double bass players are almost completely harmless. Most have worked their way up through the ranks of a large moving company and are happy to have secured a job in a symphony orchestra anywhere. The fact that it takes at least ten basses to make an audible sound tends to make the simple-minded folks disappear into their woodwork, but why do they drive such small cars?

Harpists are gorgeous. And they always know it. They often look good into their late eighties. Although rare as hen's teeth, male harpists are equally beautiful. Harpists spend their time perfecting their eye-batting, little-lost-lamb look so they can snare unsuspecting wind players into carrying their heavy gilded furniture around. Debussy was right - harpists spend half their life tuning and the other half playing out of tune.

Pianists in the symphony orchestra work the least and complain the most. They have unusually large egos and, because they can only play seated, also have the biggest butts. Whenever they make mistakes, which is more often than not, their excuse is that they have never played on that particular piano before. Oh, the poor darlings.

The Brass

Trumpets players are the scum of the earth. I'll admit, though, they do look good when they're all cleaned up. They'll promise you the world, but they lie like a cheap rug. Sure, they can play soft and pretty during rehearsal, but watch out come concert time! They're worse than lawyers, feeding off the poor, defenseless, weaker members of the orchestra and loving every minute of it. Perhaps the conductor could intercede? I don't think so.

Trombone players are generally the nicest brass players. However, they do tend to drink quite heavily and perhaps don't shine the brightest headlights on the highway, but they won't hurt you and are the folks to call with all your pharmaceutical questions. They don't count well, but stay pretty much out of the way anyway. Probably because they know just how stupid they look when they play. It's a little-known fact that trombone players are unusually good bowlers. This is true.

The French horn. I only have two words of advice: stay away. Horn players are piranhas. They'll steal your wallet, lunch, boyfriend, or wife or all the above given the chance or no chance at all. They have nothing to live for and aren't afraid of ruining their life. The pressure is high for them. If they miss a note, they get fired. If they hit a note, they rub your nose in it and it doesn't smell so sweet.

The kind-hearted folks who play the tuba are good-looking and smart. They'll give you the shirt off their back. The tuba is one of the most interesting to take in the bath with you. It's a crying shame that there's only one per orchestra. Would that it could be different.

And finally - The Percussion.

These standoffish fools who get paid perfectly good money for blowing whistles and hitting things, don't deserve the considerable space they are allotted on the stage. Aside from the strange coincidence that all percussionists hail from the Deep South, another little known, but rather revealing fact, is that there are no written percussion parts in the standard orchestral repertory. Percussion players do have music stands and they do use them -- to look at girlie magazines. Percussionists play whatever and whenever they damn well feel like it, and it's always too loud! The ones with a spark of decency and intelligence play timpani, or kettle drums.

Most percussionists are deaf, but those who play kettle drums pretend to tune their instruments for the sake of the ignorant and easily duped conductor.

The guy with the short nose who plays the cymbals is no Einstein, but he's also one of the best guys to room with on tour. Cymbal players don't practice -- I guess they figure it's bad enough to have to listen to those things at the concert. Percussionists pretend to have lots of kids whose toys can be seen quite often shaken, dropped, or manhandled to great effect. Whole percussion sections can be seen every now and then on various forms of public transportation, where they practice getting up and down as a group. This represents the only significant challenge to a percussionist.

And that just about does it. I trust that this little tour has enlightened you just a little bit as to the mysterious inner world of the symphony orchestra. This world, one which is marked by the terrible strain of simple day-to-day survival, is indeed not an easy one. Perhaps now you will be a bit more understanding of the difficulties which face a modern-day concert artist. And so the next time you find yourself at the symphony, take a moment to look deeply into the faces of the performers on the stage and imagine how much more difficult their lives are than yours.

This is truly what's on their minds . . . if anything.

相当不如人意……

准备改天详细评论一番。。。。。

陪伴了我4年多，今天终于挂了……
记得它还是2002年暑假新上市的款式，不过随着社会主义经济建设的蓬勃发展，人民生活水平的不断提高，它已经过时了，可我还是舍不得抛弃它，嗯……首先是当初（2003年吧）和弦铃声和彩屏手机风靡的时候，我却仍然习惯于绿色的屏幕和黑色的液晶显示，以及只有旋律的铃声（不过我的铃声都是自己辛辛苦苦输进去的）；后来拍照的手机和彩信开始流行，偶尔也会有朋友给我发条彩信什么的，我只好抱歉地告诉人家，自己的手机连彩屏的都不是，更不可能收到彩信了……现在又听说还可以发语音短信了，更自觉未能与时俱进久矣……
这些都是废话。不管我的爪机现在多么丑陋多么过时多么让人不屑，而且还是翻盖的（据很多人说使用翻盖手机的人一般比较ws……-_=bb），我始终都很珍惜它的，毕竟它陪伴了我4年多。今天早上，不幸发生了，它从床上掉了下来，只听见“啪”的一声，我再看的时候，它在地上已经变成了三块：屏幕、主机部分以及电池，彻底散架了……唉！用它接收到的最后一条短信是昨天半夜老鲁发过来的，而用它接的最后一个电话是昨天下午在综体女篮决赛现场，鸭鸭姐姐从巴尔的摩老远打过来的……最近倒霉的事情太多，正是应验了一句话——福无双至，祸不单行……
呜呼哀哉！准备硬着头皮给老妈打电话申请买爪机的预算了……
祭奠之！继续写《Nodal信号在中胚层诱导中的作用》去……