<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:21:43.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory of a future</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112698821541977759</id><published>2005-09-17T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:18:13.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of NIagara Falls</title><content type='html'>Pictures taken last weekend in Niagara Falls, Canada, are here at &lt;a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~yuanfang/gallery/gallery_niagara.html"&gt;My Niagara Falls Gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for a one-way journey, as my patience ran out before I make the link from the guest-book back to the gallary and back to here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto is another part of the Canada trip, but it's much harder to record a big city than just a tourist spot. So well, not untill I sit down for another complete gallery project...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112698821541977759?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/112698821541977759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516625&amp;postID=112698821541977759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112698821541977759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112698821541977759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/09/pictures-of-niagara-falls.html' title='Pictures of NIagara Falls'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112570137480448556</id><published>2005-09-02T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:49:34.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>可以在学校看中文了!</title><content type='html'>but still cannot type chinese on linux... now you can guess how I made the title in chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week in the lab by myself! Nothing is done except trying to understand how all sort of problems happening with the telescopes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112570137480448556?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/112570137480448556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516625&amp;postID=112570137480448556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112570137480448556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112570137480448556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='可以在学校看中文了!'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112510200834938581</id><published>2005-08-26T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:20:08.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True?</title><content type='html'>"Endless Loop: n., see Loop, Endless.&lt;br /&gt;Loop, Endless: n., see Endless Loop."&lt;br /&gt;- Definitions, Random Shack Data Processing Dictionary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112510200834938581?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/112510200834938581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516625&amp;postID=112510200834938581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112510200834938581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112510200834938581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/08/true.html' title='True?'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112510004130014097</id><published>2005-08-26T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:50:11.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quotes</title><content type='html'>I've only read through 3 pages on that site I just mentioned, and I don't how many are there in total. But I found this &lt;a href="http://www.stevenwright.com/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Steven Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guy extremely funny. Forgive my ignorance, but I am still trying to find out who he is. My guess is he is somewhat a north american version of Wu Chung-Hsien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are a few lines in my favor that I pulled out from the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A conference is a gathering of people who singly can do nothing, but together can decide that nothing can be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell a man there are 300 Billion stars in the Universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch it to be sure." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience is that marvelous thing that enables you recognize a mistake when you make it again.&lt;br /&gt;-- F. P. Jones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went to the hardware store and bought some used paint.&lt;br /&gt;It was in the shape of a house. I also bought some&lt;br /&gt;batteries, but they weren't included. So I had to buy them&lt;br /&gt;again."&lt;br /&gt;-- Steven Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;---Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surest way to be late is to have plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;-- Leo Kennedy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes I get depressed and I think life isn’t worth living. Then I look around and see all the wonder and miracles around me and I realise life is worth living…just not my life.” ~Lili Von Schtupp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, but I have other plans.” ~ response to “Have a nice day” by Paul Fussel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112510004130014097?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/112510004130014097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516625&amp;postID=112510004130014097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112510004130014097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112510004130014097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-quotes.html' title='Some quotes'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112509263643910722</id><published>2005-08-26T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:34:30.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Site for Quotes</title><content type='html'>Quite some interesting &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lela_shirazz/funny1.html"&gt;quotes here&lt;/a&gt;, so I'm saving the link for my own reference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112509263643910722?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/112509263643910722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516625&amp;postID=112509263643910722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112509263643910722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112509263643910722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/08/site-for-quotes.html' title='Site for Quotes'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112477273004336802</id><published>2005-08-22T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:56:14.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the border</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://faraway.buzznet.com/?id=1580706"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/faraway/default/gallery-msg-1124772560-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's sign on the other side of the border. Picture was taken during a half day trip to Winsor, Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112477273004336802?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112477273004336802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112477273004336802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/08/across-border.html' title='Across the border'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112447667099292589</id><published>2005-08-19T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:50:45.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mumble</title><content type='html'>I think I understand why some people choose to die rather than live in vain. It makes as much sense as others choose to live whatsoever. Nothing to lose and nothing to have. I should have known this.&lt;br /&gt;However, I do feel responsible for more than just staying alive, if this is not necessarily everyone's case, and this is certainly beyond the live or not question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm exhausted... by doing nothing and not wanting to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112447667099292589?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112447667099292589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112447667099292589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/08/mumble.html' title='mumble'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-112025940215767485</id><published>2005-07-01T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:10:02.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>China!</title><content type='html'>Flying back to China next Monday! Well, I know it's a bit crazy. I will be flying back and forth within china in the 2 weeks, and have to get the visa renewed. I'm overwhelmed by excitement now, but there really wasn't much time I could think about this. I was telling my friends I am not going back 2 days ago, and then I decided to go with QQ, and now I have the tickets and visa interview appointment... &lt;br /&gt;So damn many things to be done. Hope I can enjoy my trip back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-112025940215767485?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112025940215767485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/112025940215767485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/07/china.html' title='China!'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111991795350727555</id><published>2005-06-27T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:09:45.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smokies</title><content type='html'>Finally start to work on the photos. All these attached were taken by my small crappy camera. Well, the pictures were not bad though, even with T-storms on and lots of clouds (damn, sounds like I'm writing telescope monitor reports). And... there are more by QQ's SLR that I'm going to steal.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, none of the water falls look like anything in the corresponding pictures anywhere on web or guide maps. And it has nothing to do with skills. Guess just not yet the best time for falls visiting.&lt;br /&gt;Yet one more thing to mention, that 5 miles roundtrip means 4 hours hiking plus some photographing. Which means we wouldn't ever try anything further than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3504.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3504.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlook from end of Clingmans Dome Road. Early Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3513.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3513.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees on the way to Clingmans Dome, highest point in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3535.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3535.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alum Cave Bluffs, 4.8 miles roundtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3551.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3551.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grotto Falls, 25 ft, 2.6 miles roundtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3559.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3559.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimney Top, might be, seen from New Found Gap Road. Monday. Weather forcast did get the T-storm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3565.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3565.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingo Falls, 120 ft, 0.4 miles roundtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3598.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3598.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlook from Blue Ridge Pkwy. The sky was about to clear up, good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3631.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3631.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown mountain top, seen from Blue Ridge Pkwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3646.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; padding:8px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3646.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Falls, 80 ft, 5.6 miles roundtrip. Tuesday. Last day of the trip, everything was going fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111991795350727555?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/111991795350727555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516625&amp;postID=111991795350727555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111991795350727555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111991795350727555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/06/smokies.html' title='The Smokies'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111964454485880739</id><published>2005-06-24T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:24:58.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad days...</title><content type='html'>Were the first 2 days of the week too much fun that now it's bad luck's turn?&lt;br /&gt;Pistons lost game 7 last night with leading most of the time till end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;All cheap tickets for my tango performance are gone, with no students sale at all going on for the summer festival. Now I can only go to a batman movie instead.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been asking for a lot. No team ever won game 7 far from home, and 46 bucks is not expensive for a nice performance if it's not here at home. But things happened so and it's just sad. Forgive my greediness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111964454485880739?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111964454485880739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111964454485880739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-days.html' title='Sad days...'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111941101766609441</id><published>2005-06-21T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:30:17.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Mountains</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Smoking Mountains, O, well, Smoky Mountains, but the mountains really were smoking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Some sunshine, some rain, lots of walking, lots of driving. The trip is exciting and exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;O, I'd crash now. Photos will be coming, but not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111941101766609441?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111941101766609441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111941101766609441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/06/smoking-mountains.html' title='Smoking Mountains'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111894107574950082</id><published>2005-06-16T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:06:36.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark my calender</title><content type='html'>Finally something &lt;a href="http://www.annarborsummerfestival.org/2005/mainstage/artists/0624-tango_flamenco.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on stage!&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.annarborsummerfestival.org/"&gt;Ann Arbor Summer Festival&lt;/a&gt; schedule. For those in Ann Arbor, let's hang out on Top of the Park.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of interesting events in theater too. Um... on a second thought, may not all of them being great, and didn't see much discount... but I won't miss some of the dance groups!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111894107574950082?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111894107574950082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111894107574950082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/06/mark-my-calender.html' title='Mark my calender'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111861204801850146</id><published>2005-06-12T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T17:34:08.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing but</title><content type='html'>bored...&lt;br /&gt;Alternate heat and rain mark sad summer weather. Friday, thought I'd have fun in Detroit during art festival. Turned out the inflaming sun took over artistic enthusiasm. Even the Institute of Art is mostly closed for renovation. Saturday, constantly rains, started when we were half way walking to Kroger. Absurdly crowded movie theater after clearing up. Almost every single seat was taken for a movie as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/span&gt;! Fortunately, the movie was entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111861204801850146?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111861204801850146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111861204801850146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-but.html' title='nothing but'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111765186890455104</id><published>2005-06-01T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:02:53.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At lab</title><content type='html'>Not much to do in lab, so take a break to write an entry. Just happened to find this wikipedia article about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_Michigan"&gt;University of Michigan&lt;/a&gt;, which is interesting, while browsing web sources for my gamma ray burst study.&lt;br /&gt;I known I may sound a bit out of date, but I am still proud to share with all the wolverines the fun facts that must be edited by a Michigan graduate.&lt;br /&gt;...Famous alumni include the first American to perform a space walk, a US President, the "father" of the iPod, the founders of Sun Microsystems and Google, the father of information theory, and the voice of Darth Vader...&lt;br /&gt;...Michigan has had medal winners in every Summer Olympics except 1896 and gold medalist in all but four Olympiads. By gold medal count, Michigan would constitute the 17th most successful country out of 122...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Lawquadaerial.jpg"&gt;law school&lt;/a&gt; definitely looks like a medieval castle in fall color in the picture showed on the page. And anyone recognize the gate of the Michigan Union in this picture titled &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Jfkatmichiganunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;John F. Kennedy outlines his vision for the Peace Corps on the steps of the Michigan Union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In literature, Michigan seems to be somehow linked to literally bloody stories, which may well be a reflection of the popular culture. Look at the titles: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Michigan Murders, Deadly Sweet in Ann Arbor, Bleeding Maize and Blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that the only movie about Michigan listed is an Academy Award nominated one, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085244/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Big Chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. But nevertheless, it involves suicide. &lt;br /&gt;O, I almost forgot the part that brought me the idea of an entry:...Kevin Costner has the role of Alex, the dead man, who was originally shot in many flashback scenes, but eventually, all of those scenes were cut. Kasdan felt so guilty for cutting Costner from the film, he cast him again in Silverado, helping to launch Costner's career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111765186890455104?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111765186890455104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111765186890455104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-lab.html' title='At lab'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111680002696605433</id><published>2005-05-22T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:29:59.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun going on</title><content type='html'>First thing to start my weekend with, a basketball game with a bunch of kids. Well, I bet the kids are in no higher than 3rd grade, and the ball is really a mini one as small as that I can hold it by one hand. But it's still a basketball, and this is how lucky the kids are nowadays, they have everything compatible to their size. Result of the game? Shame, QQ and I lost... I really couldn't do any better when the little ones came from nowhere, and stole the ball... But, huh~, what a uniqe opportunity, that comes with living in the family housing. Would you believe it? That the kid, this little, just came up to me and asked if they could play us. Haha, they were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice weather really have brightened my up. I do feel I am coming back to life after a long hibernating. Summer is so full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, we went to the midnight show of the Star Wars movie last night. And it was gooood! QQ have been excited, so do I (although not as much). Hope it's a sign for a good season. It's been a long time I felt like to go to theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111680002696605433?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111680002696605433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111680002696605433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/05/fun-going-on.html' title='Fun going on'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111619981240763329</id><published>2005-05-15T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:38:42.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulip Time</title><content type='html'>It's May! It's Spring! It's Tulip time! What can be better than a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/IMG_3388.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/IMG_3388.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111619981240763329?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111619981240763329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111619981240763329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/05/tulip-time.html' title='Tulip Time'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111559368328078823</id><published>2005-05-08T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:09:11.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>划船</title><content type='html'>开始记流水拉。昨天终于天气不错，阳光明媚，天气和暖，门口的花花草草一夜之间生机勃勃。（看来应该贴贴图片）。于是去植物园转悠了一圈，然后去Gallop Park划船。嗬嗬，划船当然是很幸福拉。晚上手酸头疼倒头就睡那都是后话了。在水上飘飘悠悠的时候就想起以前在各种时间各种地点和各种人物同乘。&lt;br /&gt;大学毕业前，大风天，寝室里4个人居然兴致高涨去圆明园划船，结果小船一个劲被水浪往岸边推，差点翻船，那叫一个狼狈。想起来北京的春日暖阳也和安娜堡的一样有诱惑力，又不可捉摸。&lt;br /&gt;某年中秋，和剧社的猪男狗女们杀奔北戴河。海风已经颇有寒意，不能游泳，只好去骑什么水上自行车，其实就是有巨大橡胶轮子的脚踏船。可那是在海里骑啊,可能回来的时候潮水将退，我们被海浪一推一晃，前进都很困难。结果同伴的车链子还掉了，--自行车实至名归，居然还掉链子。当时那个紧张，自己都快回不来了，还要想办法拖住她们，最后只能向渔船求救。似乎后来她们是被机动船拉回来的，终于有惊无险，不过多了一段笑话。其实想想那次在北戴河玩的很爽，在沿海公路上一对对的飚双人自行车，在大排挡昏暗的灯光下大吃海鲜，海边赏月一人分到四分之一块蛋黄月饼，然后唱歌，去小摊上看五颜六色的贝壳，还有路边的羊肉串和抱着吉他唱歌讨钱的小孩们。可不知道为什么，关于那次旅行的记忆总是有些飘忽，好像一场梦，无法实实在在的安插到大学生活的某个具体片断里。大概因为不记得我存有什么照片，那些装在月饼盒子里带回来的贝壳也在搬寝室的时候失落了。&lt;br /&gt;其实刚到美国我就划过一次船的。8月底，教会活动，在附近某个小湖上，汽艇，摩托艇，独木舟，帆船都做了一遍。好希望自己有条小帆船。&lt;br /&gt;后来回国的时候在北京和朋友们划了一次船。后海，岸边灯红酒绿，湖面上却黑黢黢的，有烛光星星点点地乘着小纸船，不时有画舫经过，乐声悠扬，大约还有美人。&lt;br /&gt;最后想起某年和爸爸妈妈在西湖上泛舟，也有风，划得够呛，到了湖心亭。其实经过Huron River主河道的时候，隐约还记起高中毕业的时候在桐庐漂流的情景。&lt;br /&gt;嗬嗬，看来我还是经常有船划的，当然坐船就更不在话下，这些机会我好像从来都不错过的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111559368328078823?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111559368328078823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111559368328078823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_08.html' title='划船'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111558961534238040</id><published>2005-05-08T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T18:00:15.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>磨唧</title><content type='html'>很久没写了。因为生活过得太舒服了。就是这样简单，小日子过得太幸福，就没有了追求，或者说实在是不满足不行，再要是要求点啥自己都觉得不厚道了。昨天甚至想干脆把这个小板子花花绿绿的内容都删掉，就写“生活太幸福中。无暇来此。”之类的一行大字。哈哈，其实这么想不只一次两次了。没办法，现在中文英文都写不顺畅，高兴的时候最懒得磨唧。&lt;br /&gt;当然终于还是没行动，以前那样写写删删版面换来换去也不是个事。于是剩下能做的就是记记流水，贴贴图片。琢磨着开一片地方，把最近看过得值得推荐的电影列一列，--影评我是不写的，说得好这叫“不可言传”，其实就是水平太差不愿糟蹋了好电影。另外也可以列一列有意思的书啥的，其实很想有人给我推荐点好书，看书不比看电影，我这个人没有耐性，对可能感兴趣的书籍也没有啥方向感。最后是吃，最近很少出去吃饭，可是吃得出奇的好。一方面我这个人要求不高拉，基本对食物是来者不拒，另外也发现自己在做饭方面还不是无可救药，当然和QQ同学尚有差距，仍需努力。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111558961534238040?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111558961534238040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111558961534238040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='磨唧'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111514944891504800</id><published>2005-05-03T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:44:08.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>Rain and even a bit snow this morning. &lt;br /&gt;Be in lab for a couple of hours, struggling not to fall asleep reading papers. No lunch, only because it's freezing cold outside. &lt;br /&gt;Life starts to move slowly. But all that is tolerable if weather is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111514944891504800?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111514944891504800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111514944891504800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/05/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111438150771057849</id><published>2005-04-24T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:17:34.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another snow scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/snow_flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid #333; margin: 0px;padding:5px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/snow_flower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111438150771057849?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111438150771057849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111438150771057849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-snow-scene.html' title='Another snow scene'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111437320596099049</id><published>2005-04-24T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:15:18.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow! At end of April!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/640/snow_flower.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #333; margin:0px;padding:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/82/4622/400/snow_flower.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in blossom right in front our window. I took the first one when I got up this noon. And the second one was about 2 hours later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111437320596099049?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111437320596099049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111437320596099049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/snow-at-end-of-april.html' title='Snow! At end of April!'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111414497161058511</id><published>2005-04-22T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:42:51.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camcorder arrived</title><content type='html'>Can't wait to try it out. But the user's guide is sooo thick, sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relaxed as now the end of semester. Even though the work is not yet done for intro lab. Yesterday, fight with black glues and super magnets. Today, cut my fingers shearing sticky velcro tape. &lt;br /&gt;Well, as long as the sun is shining out there, I see the best time of the year coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111414497161058511?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111414497161058511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111414497161058511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/camcorder-arrived.html' title='Camcorder arrived'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111371383698281665</id><published>2005-04-17T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:58:35.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well on my way to the road</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did it. I drove to a breakfast. I drove all the way to Denny's and found it closed for decoration... So I'd have to drive all the way back to the restaurant near by. So scary, my tshirt all wet, but anyway I was driving on the road... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I also start playing tennis today. What a day! Sunny, 70F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111371383698281665?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111371383698281665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111371383698281665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-on-my-way-to-road.html' title='Well on my way to the road'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111362850425509956</id><published>2005-04-16T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:16:38.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apr 15, open house</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's Apr 15th. Time for the open house for our intro physics lab project. &lt;br /&gt;So it looks like we had quite a success. Couldn't believe that so many people showed up... What a crowd! High school kids, undergrads, grads, professors, staffs, family members and friends of them, also people come by and saw the poster. Well, I have to say Carl did a REAL good job promoting this.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do there? 3 experiments to explain, enough to keep me busy! I'd have to frequently fill up the papertowel container with water for our Bernoulli experiment. Hardly had time for the other 2 tables I was also in charge of. In fact those 2 seemed to be more popular. Well, they ought to be. One of them, which is also part of the hydrodynamics lab, uses a hair dryer to keep a pingpong ball up in air. Little perturbation in the position will be overcome, and the ball can actually stay floating when the hair dryer is tilted a little to the side. All these can be explained by a little knowledge of fluid behavior. A simple but neat demo, isn't it? But there's more to come. Place a cardborad tude over the ball, closer, and closer... Oops! it pops up through the tube. Just amazing, hehe. Girls should love that, for they can easily try it at home.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people seemed to enjoy playing with the equipment, and the snacks too. Certainly, it worked this way, they cancelled the cookie time, so everyone turned to the open house. I should have stolen a piece of cookie or brownie before the crowd arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111362850425509956?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111362850425509956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111362850425509956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/apr-15-open-house.html' title='Apr 15, open house'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111311008351427363</id><published>2005-04-10T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:23:19.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago reunion</title><content type='html'>Just back from chicago. A reunion with college roommates... 4 out of 6 girls... Can't believe it's not at all planned before last Monday. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, try post some pics from chicago aquarium before go to bed. Saw a lot of amazing animals recently, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/faraway/default/gallery-msg-1113109554-2.jpg?767412393" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111311008351427363?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111311008351427363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111311008351427363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/chicago-reunion.html' title='Chicago reunion'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111259251988599266</id><published>2005-04-04T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:11:14.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo trip</title><content type='html'>Sunny but windy.&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears didn't want to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table margin="0px" bgcolor="#000000" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3" height="190" width="380"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="90" width="120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/faraway/default/feat-msg-1112586202-2.jpg" border="0" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td height="90" width="120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/faraway/default/feat-msg-1112587016-2.jpg" border="0" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td height="90" width="120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/faraway/default/feat-msg-1112586227-2.jpg" border="0" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="90" width="120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/faraway/default/feat-msg-1112586168-2.jpg" border="0" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td height="90" width="120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/faraway/default/feat-msg-1112586134-2.jpg" border="0" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td height="90" width="120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/faraway/default/feat-msg-1112582628-2.jpg" border="0" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111259251988599266?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111259251988599266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111259251988599266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo trip'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111242186771946614</id><published>2005-04-02T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:10:56.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emio Greco | PC</title><content type='html'>I loved this piece of dance tonight. Although QQ slept through the performance, and claimed himself an ox as to art.&lt;br /&gt;It may be a bit long for me as well, considering my attention hardly last over an hour (I seriously have problem concentrating in the last half hour of my 1.5 hour class). But indeed, 70 minutes without intermission makes a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just all what dance is about, and what theater can do.&lt;br /&gt;The exotic cave-like scene, created by the crumpled silken curtain surrounding the stage. The low hanging light bulb above the fore-stage, served as an interesting source of light. The image of winged birds, hidden in the fluffy cuff of the loose robe. The here and there, whatever-can-be sounds or silence. Above all, the crazy-as-human thoughts, spoken out loud by the movements. The extreme freedom achieved by human body, therewith mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there, staring at the beautiful calves, right in front of me. The bloody red high heels stood out in whiteness and shadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111242186771946614?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.emiogrecopc.nl/public/' title='Emio Greco | PC'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111242186771946614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111242186771946614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/04/emio-greco-pc.html' title='Emio Greco | PC'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111224280586761311</id><published>2005-03-30T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:10:38.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>哟， 宫崎俊</title><content type='html'>看朋友在blog上写宫崎俊。怎么别人都是喜欢千与千寻，啊，幽灵公主，啊，天空之城，啊，等等等等，之类的。虽然我也觉得那些不错，可是我喜欢宫崎俊却完全是因为早期的狸猫和龙猫，简单却可爱至极。哎，看来我是太浅薄了。&lt;br /&gt;可是真的好喜欢那两个片子。尤其是龙猫，都不知道为什么，每次看到月夜小苗破土而出，然后勃勃生长，就兴奋到忍不住掉下眼泪来。热泪盈眶！一点不假。而且每次看都这样，一到这个镜头，马上就激动地想哭。--难道是因为我自己从来种点花花草草都长不出来？:P&lt;br /&gt;虽然我本来也挺容易激动，但是看个动画片（而且这种单纯的片片）看成这样，简直是中了邪了。想想那些片子里的魔法啥的，和这个根本不能比嘛。然后当然这个就是我当之无愧的最爱拉。&lt;br /&gt;没办法，我就是这么简单就满足了。生活真美好，哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111224280586761311?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111224280586761311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111224280586761311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_30.html' title='哟， 宫崎俊'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111207979574228426</id><published>2005-03-29T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:10:22.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20° C</title><content type='html'>Crazy weather... &lt;span style="color:#ad9;"&gt;But spring is finally here!&lt;/span&gt; Oh, life is so lovable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111207979574228426?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111207979574228426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111207979574228426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/20-c.html' title='20° C'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111187998389326073</id><published>2005-03-26T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:10:08.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's blogging</title><content type='html'>If Lili didn't tell me about the new function of the msn messenger,  I wouldn't have the chance to browse some of my other friends' blogs.  Blog spaces on msn are more or less in the same shape. But who cares. I am understanding my friends better by reading the unknown sides.&lt;br /&gt;Well, life may actually be tough, although I always say it's just as simple as I wish. May all my girls be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111187998389326073?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111187998389326073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111187998389326073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/everyones-blogging.html' title='Everyone&apos;s blogging'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111137246425004502</id><published>2005-03-20T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:09:49.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy weekend</title><content type='html'>Another weekend passed. It's gone, just gone, with no trace left... Well, slept quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to do some homework. Particle physics... Sigh... I still think it's cool, coz the only thing about that I know for sure is that I will never fully understand it. For now, I just wish I can pile up some coherent sentences to fill the gaps...well, in fact yet blank pages, in my homework. Rather painful. But I'm going to stick to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gets better for BBS.PKU. Can't log in from external IP address. Although I seldom post in the past year, it's nevertheless upset that I don't even have the right now. Especially I found this out when I was to share some pleasant theater experience with my fellow PKU drama'ers, excitedly. Worse even, the situation is not just some accident like connection difficulties I encountered before. (Technically, PKU BBS's are never as strong as SMTH, as I believe. But who cares.) It's just a single case among the nationwide university BBS's "clean up" recently. There even lies the possibility of shutting down (Actually heard that this is not just threatening any more). Crap! What the hell is this all about?! I'm losting conncetion with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, science news for fun. Some one's trying to invent equipment enabling eating utensils to detect people's emotion, which would eventually help geeks to find out how their dates feel across the dinner table. LOL, indeed, "geeks have major challenges dating". But isn't that one last thing lovable about them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111137246425004502?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111137246425004502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111137246425004502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/sleepy-weekend.html' title='Sleepy weekend'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111094594565825587</id><published>2005-03-15T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:09:33.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not quite that bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111094594565825587?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111094594565825587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111094594565825587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111061520208715470</id><published>2005-03-12T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:09:08.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Far Side of the Moon</title><content type='html'>I'd like to make some record about this one-man show. Although I did fall asleep once thanks to some lengthy and relatively plain part. I couldn't help loving some other exceptional visions.&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason I went to the play was about the moon, or the NASA base of the strory. I believe that's a draw to most of the physics guys I saw there. But finally, in spite of my lack of patience for English language, I was inevitably startled by the power of the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the story about people learn about themselves while exploring the mysteries out in the space.&lt;br /&gt;On landing on our fellow companion in universe, one would certainly turn around, and be impressed by our blue home planet from such a distinct perspective of view. I myself couldn't get rid of the question, of what would the image be like if I can escape my own body and observe myself from a distance. I simply can't imagine. Now I am thinking the astronauts may know about it by gazing at our earth from far up there.&lt;br /&gt;However, one can also turn away, to enjoy a thoroughly different horizon. Even to be on the far side of the moon, where nothing is close enough to block your view. It should be cold and dark on that other side. There might be the feeling of lost in nowhere. But you get to see what nobody else on the earth ever seen. All the trivial life styles on earth are to be ignored for that moment, which may last forever.&lt;br /&gt;I believe both desires stimulated the space trip attempts. And as Phil said, or quoted, or I understood, everyone deserves such a chance in his lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the stage magic provided the chance. By means of mirrors, video cameras and projectors, an abnormal world appeared, where front, top and back sides show at the same time, different perspectives re-arranged.&lt;br /&gt;The mirror across the stage played an essential role. Yes, I fell for it at the first sight, when the reflection involving the actor and the audience conquered the stage. Later this hanging panel became a revolving set changing system, a bar table, the moon surface, and maybe some other functional parts I can't recall at this moment. Just nothing I would ever expected. While this was just part of the smart setup that filled up the stage, including those sliding shutters served as the blackboard, apartment walls, elevator doors, and projection background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would never forget in my life, is the astonishingly beautiful scene at the end.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to describe how I felt, when the actor floated up, above the seats, without any sign of ponderousness on earth, lightly drifting in the air, like in the outer space. I could hardly breath. It was like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, this was just an illusion where my beloved mirror did the trick. The actor was merely rolling on the stage ground. But thanks, thanks to the actor for making it so real. This last scene itself made my whole night memorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111061520208715470?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111061520208715470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111061520208715470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/far-side-of-moon.html' title='The Far Side of the Moon'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111043830802767503</id><published>2005-03-10T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:08:51.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>This is my first night back in my own room in the last 2 months...well, more than that, should be ever since winter break... wow?!&lt;br /&gt;My housemates are curious about how I've been. No wonder, for a fairly long time, they only realized me ever back, from my mails disappearing once in a while after piling up in a basket in the living room. I seldom come across any of them during my short pickup visit, for they are normally out for school during daytime.&lt;br /&gt;I remember once I came back right after our landlord changed all the locks. I thought I was locked out as a punishment for not being home for too long. HAHA! It turned out that one of the housemates in the living room saw me, and I was one of the first to get the new keys.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the less I come back, the less I want to do so. I am afraid I'm becoming so lazy as not to walk 10 minutes in the freezing weather? I am so hoping for the spring. But from physics building in central campus, I definitely walked a lot more toward south recently then to north toward home.&lt;br /&gt;However, I've been calling anywhere I am staying 'home'. The question is: besides the place where my dear parents are, what is home. Although I've been staying far from parents since quite a young age, the definition to me is more or less saved for that default meaning. Everywhere can be home, whereas nowhere is home. Fortunately, I know where my heart lives at this moment :)&lt;br /&gt;Back to my little room, you know what, I do feel like it. And now I see why I'm so not used to staying at 'home'. The problem here is that I can't walk around in the house with only PJs on... or without even PJs on!&lt;br /&gt;I am not sleepy at all now. Wish myself sleep sound tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111043830802767503?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111043830802767503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111043830802767503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111016762951414939</id><published>2005-03-06T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:08:37.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My american dream</title><content type='html'>It's not like that I don't have any american dreams. But this one might sound absurdly simple.&lt;br /&gt;All I wish is to drive on a long long road with the vast plain stretching to the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, deafening background music.&lt;br /&gt;No blond girls though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like middle-aged american west movies? Maybe. I've always had the impression of my heroine driving into a dusty gas station far into the wild west. It might be true that all the kids are fascinated by the journeys to some faraway kingdom. But to be on the road is more important for me than reaching a destination. Not even just because the way heading unknown can be full of imagination. Guess the point of my dream is merely being nowhere .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the absurd part of the dream is that... I CANNOT drive yet. LOL and //Blush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111016762951414939?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111016762951414939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111016762951414939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-american-dream.html' title='My american dream'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111008188970677130</id><published>2005-03-05T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:08:06.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Here's something fun I read about this morning. Tones may evoke the sensation of taste. It's known only in a case of a musician so far. But if it sounds no surprise to me that wonderful music inspires one's appetite. It's absolutely possible that the piece of music itself makes a delicious treat!&lt;br /&gt;A tasty note! Wow, think about that. It is more than just an expression. Cheers! That's all we love about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forgot to say that I liked the title of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt; article: Synaesthesia: When coloured sounds tatste sweet.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111008188970677130?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111008188970677130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111008188970677130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/cool-isnt-it.html' title='Cool, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-111008046542262061</id><published>2005-03-05T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:07:52.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter 05, spring break</title><content type='html'>A break is not always good, but indeed it can be worse than normal school days. Especially when it wouldn't help you a bit to escape from the horrible weather. Snow, snow, and... snow.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost freaking out yesterday, for it's again a normal weekend after which I will have to get up before noon and worry about homework due the day after. Oh, my. But what did I do during the WEEK-long break. Days start from late afternoon, then end in sleepless tossing. How I wished I could have a whole week to do whatever I like. What a relax when everything I could have finished was done and I was ready for the break. Now it's gone. Time to make a confess and go back to normal. Luckily, a normal weekday is just sweet with no stress for making it better than it ought to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-111008046542262061?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111008046542262061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/111008046542262061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/winter-05-spring-break.html' title='Winter 05, spring break'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516625.post-110978848557230653</id><published>2005-03-02T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:28:39.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously starting</title><content type='html'>Aha~ So, I am here.&lt;br /&gt;I am still quite not used to this, I mean to write some blob that might later be caught by someone I hardly know. My previous experience of sharing my 'personal' diary with a friend didn't turn out to be a pleasant one, as I can remember. But well, maybe that's because of the 'personal' content, and indeed a friend might be too close to share some secret. After all, that's back in high school, not worth turning over.&lt;br /&gt;However, my first choice was to pick up some hard-covered diary book and restart the habit I can't believe I had kept for a while. That makes me feel safe. I would have fully control over my words, well, only physically, for then they have weight. I have to admit that I am in lack of confidence on things I don't sufficiently understand, such as web. I feel like my piece of life is drifting in some no where, especially when I found that my work wouldn't be deleted under an address different from the original setup. Haha, I shouldn't take this too serious. &lt;br /&gt;Let me just keep it less personal and more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516625-110978848557230653?l=503ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/feeds/110978848557230653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516625&amp;postID=110978848557230653&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/110978848557230653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516625/posts/default/110978848557230653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://503ann.blogspot.com/2005/03/seriously-starting.html' title='Seriously starting'/><author><name>faraway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07487807557920331090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
