fare i gar- ga- ris- mi
[法咧 衣 嘎了 嘎 哩斯 米]
瘋狂打舌的一個片語
就是漱口的意思
最後面那裡整個就有在漱口時
「嘎啦嘎啦,呸」的感覺!
pren- de- re il tre- no
[噗咧n ㄉㄝ 咧 衣了 的咧 ㄋㄡ]
這個有許多微妙快速的音
是要搭火車的意思!
義大利文好 crazy!
可是好可愛:D
fare i gar- ga- ris- mi
[法咧 衣 嘎了 嘎 哩斯 米]
瘋狂打舌的一個片語
就是漱口的意思
最後面那裡整個就有在漱口時
「嘎啦嘎啦,呸」的感覺!
pren- de- re il tre- no
[噗咧n ㄉㄝ 咧 衣了 的咧 ㄋㄡ]
這個有許多微妙快速的音
是要搭火車的意思!
義大利文好 crazy!
可是好可愛:D
"Monologue for an Onion" by Suji Kwock Kim
I don’t mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,
The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.
Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion—pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.
Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,
Of lasing union—slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.
You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil
That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice,
Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: You are not what you are,
Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is
Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.
《異議文化》山寨是生產機制的速度革命
-張小虹 中國時報 2009/02/21
現在市面上有「名牌手機」(國際知名品牌)、「白牌手機」(名不見經傳的自創小品牌)、「山寨手機」(沒有品牌卻抄襲名牌手機的外觀設計)與「超級名牌手機」(像是穿了Prada的LG或是穿了Armani的三星),但不論它們是平價、低價、廉價還是天價,它們都是「魚目混珠」的「雜牌軍」。
此話怎講?如果我們還記得在八○年代叱吒風雲的類比式行動電話,體積龐大、重量驚人,但一隻Motorola的黑金剛,從裡到外,從上游到下游,從外觀設計到科技研發,都是Motorola一手通通包辦,百分百「血統純正」,你不會在Motorola的手機裡,找到Nokia的零件 組。但在當代通訊科技的超速變革中,不僅類比技術已成昔日黃花,就連一條龍式的生產模式也早已灰飛湮滅。於是名牌機與白牌機用的可以是同一組晶片,而名牌機與山寨機也可能採用同一組鏡頭、同一款電池或同一型面板,其中最大的關鍵,正在於手機生產「核心技術 」的消失。換言之,昔日的「高科技」門檻已不再,生產山寨手機可以像生產假錶一樣,只要買進晶片組(主機板與軟體已整合),配上電池、手機外殼,就可組裝完成。現今「彈性資本主義」強調零件化、組裝化的生產模式,讓所謂的原版/拷貝、正牌/雜牌、珍珠/魚目的二元對立判別系統徹底失效,名牌機、白牌機、山寨機與超級名牌機共同形構了科技商品的「雜牌連續體」,全都參與不同程度的組裝與整合。
所以在面對最新一波有關中國大陸山寨機的系列報導時,我們大可不必以台灣晶圓廠乃「大陸山寨機之父」自傲或自卑,也不須立即跳入保護智慧產權的道德立場加以斥責,而是可以好好認真思考山寨機的出現,究竟傳達了晚期全球資本主義的何種訊息?何種特色?何種徵候?其實山寨機告訴了我們很多事情,有老掉牙的,像是生產成本與售價之間的巨大差距,讓山寨有機可趁火打劫,也有新生事物,像是新的時間感與速度感。一般當我們談到手機的時間感與速度感時,慣性思惟總導向手機的設計與功能是否酷炫時髦,待機時間是否夠常或上網速度是否夠快。但山寨機的出現,卻是告訴我們同一支手機裡可以有二十四種時間,三十二種速度,當一切組裝可再微分拆解時,換顏色不換材質,換畫素不換鈴聲,用A牌的外殼搭配B牌的觸控式螢幕再加上C牌的鏡頭,讓「組裝」的速度與「變裝」速度相競爭,讓速度從傳統相對比較下的快與慢,重新界定成一種差異化過程,而越能做差異化微調的,才是最快的。
而也只有在這個意義上,我們才可以說山寨機是最快的手機。山寨機不僅可以將名牌機的售價,直狠狠地砍去一個零,更可以將一般名牌機從研發設計到宣傳上市所需的一年時間,直狠狠地砍成一個月,而其中所採用的還可以是用「點餐」方式勾選的各種特殊功能、下單量身定做的正廠晶片與軟體。而此特殊功能的考量,更讓山寨機成為「草根性」最強的手機。哪一個國際名牌手機會貼心考量不同地域、不同階級的使用模式,但山寨機絕對因地制宜。像大陸山寨機獨有的轟天雷,機背裝有七個大喇叭,正是為了讓農民下田工作時,可以放在田埂上待機。中國大陸以十年的時間,跳躍了西方百年的電訊基礎建設,直接進入無線手機的時代,整個村子可以沒有一座有線電話,卻可以農民人手一機,而一向為城市白領階級貼身攜帶的名牌手機是完全無法處理這種特殊狀況的,但山寨機能、山寨機敢、山寨機向前衝。
這不是說山寨邏輯可以對抗資本主義邏輯,而是說山寨邏輯乃資本主義邏輯的一種內在加速度變形,難怪山寨機總是可以比正牌機搶先上市,比正牌機還要「科技始終來自人性」。
雅典娜的鳥兒,洪水後的綠意:真是適合新學期的自我勉勵:)
And what about your work there at NTU?
Hang in there, young lady, for the first year is supposed to be tough in some out-of-the-blue manner in a good program, in any good program at all.
Whatever the chances of good lectures or goodly hard work, there are the texts to depend upon. Good texts betray no one; humans on the other hand certainly do sometimes. Given time, however, large minds grow, and as it grows, one's own garden gets built too. Sustainable job it is, don't you think, this business about "doing graduate-school work"? When it aspires to be "sustainable," well, time does the work better than the talent. And by "time" I mean a long long duration of it! So allow the schedule to dictate your work till you can, well, till you can take your time.
他對詩神的緊跟不捨,也許沒有一位前輩、同輩、後輩足堪比擬。何其漫長的逐詩生涯,從此刻回首最初起點,幾乎看不見路的盡頭。出發之前,如果預見注定要畢生追求,任誰都會望途怯步。年輕時,余光中就已決心遠行,對文字藝術頗具信心。
好喜歡這支廣告:) 說給未來一年的自己聽。A day is a step, a year is a tango.
A day is a tourist, a year is a traveler.
A day is a chance encounter, a year says love.
A day is frustration, a year is a melody.
A day is a lump of clay,
a year is a whatever you want it to be.
A day is a thought, a year is a philosophy.
Every year counts. Glenfiddich.
關於我的 Woolf paper,
no more 加油。我已經太努力了:
寫到第十三頁還沒討論完。
All I need is a little luck。
除了時間非常不夠
進度仍如龜爬之外,
截至目前為止,
我對自己寫的東西還算滿意。
九死一生之後,
好像任督二脈被打通似地,
思路也比較清晰了。
很好很好。
Vita's introduction to Passenger to Teheran theorizes about epistolary desire, telling what is wrong with letters and how to write and read them, focusing on their role in stimulating and fulfilling desire.
Arguing that "there is something intrinsically wrong about letters," she notes that "they are not instantaneous" and that "they do not arrive often enough." Her descriptions of letters teasingly suggest lovemaking and multiple orgasms: "A letter which has been passionately awaited should be immediately supplemented by another one, to counteract the feelings of flatness that comes upon us when the agonizing delights of anticipation have been replaced by the colder flood of fulfillment" (Passenger 9-10).
For weeks we have waited; every day has dawned in hope (except Sunday, and that is a day to be blacked out of the calendar); it may have waned in disappointment, but the morrow will soon be here, and who knows what to-morrow’s post may not bring? Then at last it comes; is torn open; devoured;-and all is over. It is gone in a flash, and it has not sufficed to feed our hunger.
For a letter, by its arrival, defrauds us of a whole secret region of our existence, the only region indeed in which the true pleasure of life may be tasted, the region of imagination, creative and protean, the clouds and beautiful shapes of whose heaven are destroyed by the wind of reality. For observe, that to hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there. (Passenger 10)
I dream my painting,
and then I paint my dream.
-Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1890)
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-W. B. Yeats (1865 - 1939)
You see things as they are and ask, "Why?"
I dream things as they never were
and ask, "Why not?"
-George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950)
Twenty years from now,
you will be more disappointed
by the things you didn't do
than by the things you did.
So throw off the bowlines.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
-Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)