Archive for July, 2006

晚餐后,驱车向海

Monday, July 31st, 2006

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Heat Waves Everywhere

Saturday, July 29th, 2006

Peace and cool

in the music.

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在南洋 (2)

Wednesday, July 26th, 2006

夜半冻蟹
读新书

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缆车昏沉

Monday, July 24th, 2006

Mime-Attachment-19

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在南洋 (1)

Friday, July 21st, 2006

前面讨论
IP in China

后面搜索
一个人的手风琴

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Waiting time

Wednesday, July 19th, 2006

Heathrow

BA7310

Lousy WIFI

Interesting report

老城热浪

Wednesday, July 19th, 2006

Ofd5

Ofd6

城堡

监狱

圣十字学院

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Defining Collaborative News Models

Monday, July 17th, 2006

Hsing Wei wrote:

What made Google rise to power was its ability to make sense out of the vast information pit on the Web. Similarly, individual blogs can be viewed as the beta version of Web 2.0 We Media. The next generation is stepping up to pick out the relevant gems and organize the growing clutter of voices. Harnessing the voices of bloggers (and others netizens) along with new technologies, emerging collaborative news websites are moving beyond the beta version and mashing together alternative sources of content. In various degrees they are allowing the public to define and create what is news while simultaneously establishing a mechanism to organize, interact with, and sort through the noise.

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“Sea-Fever”

Sunday, July 16th, 2006

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

By John Masefield (1878-1967).

临行

Tuesday, July 11th, 2006

上路

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