1. "Topeka"
2."Reader Badge"
Introducing the ReaderAdvantage Program
3."Translate for Animals"
Introducing Translate for Animals (beta): Bridging the gap between animals and humans
4."Chrome Extension"
Unmuting the web with chrome extension
Sina Weibo
Thursday, April 1, 2010
How many jokes did you read today? Google beats all
What kind of company is google? A company that says "do no evil" but "do lots of jokes". On April 1st, 2010, summarized by a google user :)
1. "Topeka"
A different kind of company name
2."Reader Badge"
Introducing the ReaderAdvantage Program
3."Translate for Animals"
Introducing Translate for Animals (beta): Bridging the gap between animals and humans
4."Chrome Extension"
Unmuting the web with chrome extension
1. "Topeka"
2."Reader Badge"
Introducing the ReaderAdvantage Program
3."Translate for Animals"
Introducing Translate for Animals (beta): Bridging the gap between animals and humans
4."Chrome Extension"
Unmuting the web with chrome extension
Thursday, March 18, 2010
为什么还是决定要做绝圣
我一直觉得，中国和美国的电视管制上最大的区别就是，在中国，政府就像父母，为你决定什么该看，什么不该看。 而美国则认为，选择什么能看，什么不能看是个人的责任和权力，而不该由政府为你决定。 这一点扩大到internet上也是相当适用的。 前提是，你是已经可以为自己做决定的成年人了。
这也是为什么我挣扎了几个月后，终于还是决定要做绝圣的汉化的理由。 烦恼着，痛苦着，爱恨交织着，我也像不少人一样，既恨着介错那和大多神无月动画迷格格不入的波长，又无法割舍他们笔下千姬的样子，以及如今和姬神一起，同为唯二的官方物----有如漂泊在大海里太久的人，抓到的浮木。
千姬迷们。 我信任你们可以做出正确的决定。 这信任是指如果你们受不了千姬的形象和动画的出入，可以选择不看。 这信任是指如果你们受不了诱惑，事后却又后悔看了汉化的话，不要站在一边说风凉话，指责汉化的人们吃饱了撑的没事做，毁掉了你们心中千姬的形象。 这信任是指如果你们能够取其精华，弃其糟粕，得到自己想要看到的东西，甚至有喜欢的地方的话，回复支持辛苦汉化的朋友们，特别是改图者们。 因为没有超乎寻常的爱，百炼成钢的神经，和真正的自我牺牲精神的话，她们是做不到这些事的。
为她们浮一大白。
这也是为什么我挣扎了几个月后，终于还是决定要做绝圣的汉化的理由。 烦恼着，痛苦着，爱恨交织着，我也像不少人一样，既恨着介错那和大多神无月动画迷格格不入的波长，又无法割舍他们笔下千姬的样子，以及如今和姬神一起，同为唯二的官方物----有如漂泊在大海里太久的人，抓到的浮木。
千姬迷们。 我信任你们可以做出正确的决定。 这信任是指如果你们受不了千姬的形象和动画的出入，可以选择不看。 这信任是指如果你们受不了诱惑，事后却又后悔看了汉化的话，不要站在一边说风凉话，指责汉化的人们吃饱了撑的没事做，毁掉了你们心中千姬的形象。 这信任是指如果你们能够取其精华，弃其糟粕，得到自己想要看到的东西，甚至有喜欢的地方的话，回复支持辛苦汉化的朋友们，特别是改图者们。 因为没有超乎寻常的爱，百炼成钢的神经，和真正的自我牺牲精神的话，她们是做不到这些事的。
为她们浮一大白。
Monday, March 15, 2010
[转载][怀旧]朱自清的《匆匆》
Yesterday is history; tomorrow is a mystery. Only today is a gift, that's why it is called the present.
-Kongfu Panda
前些日子老是想起这篇文章来。记得是初中课本里，《荷塘月色》后面的课外阅读文章。 前者我已经记不得片言只语，但是后者对于时光飞逝的无奈，我倒是深深地印在心里。 一晃多少年过去了，我仍然保留着赤子之心吗？仍然坚持每天做有价值的事吗？仍然让我爱的人们为之骄傲吗？
谨以自勉。
《匆匆》
燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？
我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？
1922年3月28日
朱自清
附上两个著名版本的英译，原出处不详，转自此处。Rush是朱纯深教授翻译（香港城市大学中文系、翻译及语言学系博士，翻译过朱自清的《荷塘月色》和《匆匆》），Transient Days张培基老师翻译（上海圣约翰大学英国文学系）。
Rush
Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? — If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide then? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days has already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to this world, stark-naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark-nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?
28 March, 1922
Transient Days
If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?
I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.
What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. How swift is the transition in between! When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution .Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my out-stretched hands. In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides over my body and flits past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I heave a sign, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.
Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What have I been doing during the 8,000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days, like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mists, have been evaporated by the rising sun. What traces have I left behind? No, nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked, and in the twinkling of an eye, I am to go to back as stark naked as ever. However, I am taking it very much to heart: why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?
O you the wise, would you tell me please: why should our days go by never to return?
-Kongfu Panda
前些日子老是想起这篇文章来。记得是初中课本里，《荷塘月色》后面的课外阅读文章。 前者我已经记不得片言只语，但是后者对于时光飞逝的无奈，我倒是深深地印在心里。 一晃多少年过去了，我仍然保留着赤子之心吗？仍然坚持每天做有价值的事吗？仍然让我爱的人们为之骄傲吗？
谨以自勉。
《匆匆》
燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？
我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？
1922年3月28日
朱自清
附上两个著名版本的英译，原出处不详，转自此处。Rush是朱纯深教授翻译（香港城市大学中文系、翻译及语言学系博士，翻译过朱自清的《荷塘月色》和《匆匆》），Transient Days张培基老师翻译（上海圣约翰大学英国文学系）。
Rush
Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? — If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide then? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days has already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to this world, stark-naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark-nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?
28 March, 1922
Transient Days
If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?
I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.
What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. How swift is the transition in between! When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution .Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my out-stretched hands. In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides over my body and flits past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I heave a sign, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.
Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What have I been doing during the 8,000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days, like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mists, have been evaporated by the rising sun. What traces have I left behind? No, nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked, and in the twinkling of an eye, I am to go to back as stark naked as ever. However, I am taking it very much to heart: why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?
O you the wise, would you tell me please: why should our days go by never to return?
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Yuu Asakawa to be in AX2010
It was the Anime Expo's announcement just yesterday when I checked it. Finally, someone I care about to show up in AX again :)
浅川悠将会出席今年的Anime Expo, July 1-4, 2010 @ LA convention center.
浅川悠将会出席今年的Anime Expo, July 1-4, 2010 @ LA convention center.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
人生第一次。。。
季节性过敏之后再加上食物过敏。 过敏原不详，但是大概（？）是昨天吃的螃蟹。 可恨哪，我也才XX岁，来美国也才XX年怎么就跟前辈们一样杯具了。。。囧rz
下午医生给打了一针抗过敏药之后昏睡了4个半小时 = =|||
下午医生给打了一针抗过敏药之后昏睡了4个半小时 = =|||
Saturday, February 20, 2010
祝虎年吉祥！
憋了几天仍然觉得没什么特别想说的话。
就放点旧照片，继续一下本地火星的传统吧XD
去年的华人工商会(Asian American Expo)上。。。
黄品源意外的年轻，意外的风趣，不愧是做电台主持人的。。。
压轴的当然是与过年气氛不合的“你怎么舍得我难过”
而今年的华人工商会上。。。
陳昇的唱功很棒，笑话倒是一个比一个冷。。。
很想听的《恨情歌》没听到，只听到了也是压轴的《把悲伤留给自己》。Encore选了首欢乐的曲子过年。
是说回去查了查才发现昇哥已经过50了（惊）。 真是浮生却似冰底水，日夜东流人不知啊。
是说牛年去，虎年来，主办方起码把后面的对联换一换吧^ ^a
就放点旧照片，继续一下本地火星的传统吧XD
去年的华人工商会(Asian American Expo)上。。。
压轴的当然是与过年气氛不合的“你怎么舍得我难过”
而今年的华人工商会上。。。
很想听的《恨情歌》没听到，只听到了也是压轴的《把悲伤留给自己》。Encore选了首欢乐的曲子过年。
是说回去查了查才发现昇哥已经过50了（惊）。 真是浮生却似冰底水，日夜东流人不知啊。
是说牛年去，虎年来，主办方起码把后面的对联换一换吧^ ^a
Thursday, February 11, 2010
姬神的巫女~千之华万花筒 (十）
感谢F君的意见。
转载请通知我，并注明译者和出处。
官网： http://www.himegami.com/
文章：植竹須美男
企划：柳沢テツヤ
插图：介錯
翻译：忘川
(十)
那里是，暗之住所。
比黑夜更加黑暗，比淤泥更加沉重。太阳、月亮，甚至连星星的光辉都无法到达。
是与外界光线完全隔绝的房间。
勉强可以算作灯的，是屋子的半空中悬挂着的琉璃色浅淡光辉。仅此而已。
那盏灯所照亮的是，
重重绳索(*1)围绕着的中央，有人被供奉在那里。
那是一位七岁左右的女童。
乍一看去就像一个人偶。
无论是让人想起十二单（*2）的和服，向上盘起的日本发型，陶瓷一般洁白的皮肤，还是如无底洞穴一般漆黑的眼眸。
怎么看都像一个日本娃娃。
唯独嘴唇那抹朱红充满着不详之色，仿佛刚吸过血一般栩栩如生。
她身边随侍的，是一位戴着蛇面具的女神官。
在她们面前恭候的有九个身影。
既有有着巨石般硕大的身躯的人。
也有矮小如猫般的身影。
在那中心端坐的，便是双磨。
他们就是制约岛上的长老众选出的“御观留者”的一众“九头蛇”。
女童示意蛇面的女神官过去。
靠近恭敬地跪在身旁的女神官的耳边，小声说了些什么。
“是。遵命”
蛇面的女神官转向九头蛇众。
“众九头蛇。奉传灵句子大人神谕，务必用心听取。”
决不算是多大的声音，但是其中充满了威严与神圣，仿佛是从遥远的天上的那一方降临的，庄严的声音。
“遵命。”
如同被天雷击中一般，九头蛇众匍匐在地。
“大蛇神之御灵如今骚然思动。为杜束岛消灾灭祸，令子孙万代繁荣昌盛之‘御灵镇仪式’，万万不可有失。
九头蛇诸位啊。千万留心。岛生岛养的人，到每一根头发、每一滴血都是奉献与大蛇神之物。
‘御神女’之情。
‘御观留者’之责。
‘奉天魂’之终结。
哪怕丝毫有差，便是我杜束岛灭亡之际。切记切记。”
“是……”
九只身影一齐拜倒。
到“御灵镇”之日。
二人的十六岁生日那天之前，还有108日。
（待植竹续）
*1: 绳索在神道祭祀时常被用来驱邪。如標縄・注連縄・七五三縄，详见此。
*2:十二单， 平安时代10世纪时女性贵族的正装。详见此。
另外查资料时查到了这个：
出雲大社，位於日本島根縣出雲市大社町，佔地27000平方公尺，社內祭拜「大國主命」，是日本最古老的神社。根據『日本書紀』記載，出雲大社是建立在大國主讓渡國家後所獲得的土地上，是年代久遠、地位崇高的古神社。由於具有神話色彩，這邊擁有許多專屬的習俗，日本人將農曆10月稱為「神無月」，因為人們相信這個月全國諸神都奉大國主之命，集結到出雲大社，故只有出雲是「神在月」，並盛大舉行為期半個月的「神在祭」（農曆10月 11日～17日）。出雲大社主殿兩側的建築內，設有19個小神社，據傳便是用來接待由外地趕來的眾神。此外，出雲大社的參拜方式也傳承古法，遵循「二禮、四拍手、一禮」的程序，比一般神社多了兩次拍掌，成為出雲大社的獨特象徵之一。
佔地27,000㎡的出雲大社，擁有規模宏大的古殿社建築、日本第一的大鳥居牌坊，瀰漫靜謐莊嚴的氣氛，參拜者絡繹不絕。這裡素以「結良緣」聞名，據說站在神樂殿重達5噸的巨型稻草結“注連繩”底下，拿著硬幣往上丟，能成功不掉下來便會帶來好運，吸引許多女性慕名前往參拜，是馳名日本的人氣神社。這裡是供奉結緣之神大國命主。
----去日本的时侯应该去拜这座神社的。。。作为神无月的饭:)))
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