Extraordinary creative activity has been characterized as revolutionary, flying in the face of what is established and producing not what is acceptable but what will become accepted. According to this formulation, highly creative activity transcends the limits of an existing form and establilishes a new principle of organization. However, the idea that extraordinary creativity transcends estabilished limits is misleading when it is applied to the arts, even though it may be valid for the science. Differences between highly creative art and highly creative science arise in part from a difference in their goals. For the sciences, a new theory is the goal and end result of the creative act. Innovative science produces new propositions in terms of which diverse phenomena can be related to one another in more coherent ways.Such phenomena as a brilliant diamond or a nesting bird are relegated to the role of data, serving as the means for formulating or testing a new theory.

靠,自己打一遍就感觉清楚多了,刚刚看的时候完全是模模糊糊读个60%。不过那个 innovative science produces new propositions in terms of which diverse phenomena can be realted to one another in more coherent ways. 这句还是有点问题。大致字面是说在innovative science产生出的新的propositions下,分离的phenomena可以通过更加coherent的方式被彼此联系起来?
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回来一礼拜多了,再不写要忘记了。
去之前买机票和付safari得订金弄的我要死,还被我爹抱怨的不行,他倒不是抱怨要掏钱,而是抱怨“尼玛汇款烦死老子!!!!”“早知道给你搞张VISA!!!!”“下次回来一定给你搞张VISA!!!”这样……

不过最后还是折腾着去了。

必须说石油国的航空公司硬件还是不错的,感觉上阿联酋可能更好?不过卡塔尔航空对我来说也挺满意的了。而且我运气很不错,来的时候日本这边会问你要什么座位,我要了靠窗,那办票小基佬其实还挺不错?他还帮我查了落地签的信息,结果被我一句i know搞的很丧气,一个劲和我道歉(= =真麻烦是不是,有什么好道歉的啊)。然后当时有个日本去多哈的旅游团吧,他们是一伙的,还英语爆烂。
日本飞出去的时候我这边服务的空姐还是会日语的,也应该是日本人(名牌没看清,估计是,长得像)。然后我旁边是两口子,结果中间有座儿那大叔就坐过去了,大妈就坐过道,我和大妈之间就空了,大妈还比较老实,于是我就在两个位子之间歪来歪去。
长途飞行绝对是最讨人嫌的交通方式,因为那个座位根本就没法睡觉= =。于是我一半时间迷糊一半时间在看烂片。先看了特大与XXX魔?好像是哈6?反正从头到尾主要是特大的各种小剧场!没有大场面!没有多少成年人!基本都是特大和赫敏,特大和罗恩,特大和罗恩和赫敏。哦这电影的特征是一开始大家都变成了特大……还有这部的剧情,场景,节奏,都很渣,很渣很渣。

然后卡航的飞机上还有中文电影,少林寺……十月围城……不过我没高兴看。我不幸看了乘客……风景不错,剧情让人想骂娘……两个演员一点都不对盘,朱莉根本老了经不起特写,还拼命给特写。

总之我看到的电影都是烂片,回来的时候还看了新格列佛游记和青蜂侠……前者烂的我懒得对剧情多说一句,演员倒是很多熟面孔,杰克布莱克(功夫熊猫),how i met your mother里面的marshel,还有it crowd里面的roy(他演反派)。总之看的时候各种穿越。然后青蜂侠……尼玛周董英语还能更烂点吗!!!!演技还能更傻逼点吗!!!!他敢更格格不入一点吗!!!!!!

然后就是,多哈转机的感想,尼玛中国工作人员敢再多一点吗!!!如果看到长东亚面孔的地勤不要怀疑百分之九十五是中国人!!!而且回来的航班上所有东亚面孔的我一看名牌都是中国人!那些日本人好苦逼有木有!!他们以为是日本人还说日语呢!!!结果人家拿英语回他们!!!我去登机检票的时候那中东妞对我空尼奇瓦一句拿过我护照一看又改说你好,她旁边一东亚脸姐姐哈哈大笑说:“今天我也遇到一个人跑过来就对我说日语毛病啊我根本不懂!!!”

哦还有,波斯湾非常漂亮,真的非常非常美。迪拜搞的那些海里的人工景从天上看很有意思,迪拜其实也是可以去玩玩的地方,不过我个人兴趣不大。应该说是专门烧钱玩的地方吧。
还有就是阿拉伯沙漠城市很有风情= =,我飞机上看介绍说多哈是一个完全没有地表水的城市,而飞机上看下去就是沙漠上搞起来的一座城,远处沙漠和天空接壤的感觉……

后来转机去内罗毕,短途的飞机没长途的豪华。哦忘记说了卡航食物尚可。飞到非洲大陆的时候窗口望出去,……很难形容……反正很平很平的地面,你可以看到一朵一朵的云在地面上投射下影子……
到内罗毕又花了6个小时,大阪到多哈是12个小时,总之飞的我要死,那种48小时转机的肿么受的了啊。

其实快到的时候我还是蛮心虚的毕竟以前没做过safari,也没有联系safari公司的经验。虽然联系的那家是穷游不少人推荐过的,但是万一的万一出问题呢,而且万一那个转账订金还没到位呢,没人接我肿么办……之类的……当然还有最恐怖的,落地签被拒……

不过整个签证算顺利,问了我来干嘛,就把自己要去的景点说说,然后给对方看订的safari公司就OK了。反正放行比放我旁边一黑哥们儿爽快多了。
出来看到一个很瘦高的姐姐举着我的名字,我跟哈巴狗一样的冲上去从栅栏下面钻过去嗷嗷叫……

很多人以为整个非洲都很热,其实不是,撒哈拉附近那块热的,埃及什么的。东非不热,只是晒。晒和热不一样= =,只要你不被晒,空气其实在25左右。但是正午太阳下十分钟绝对晒伤……

然后我要先在内罗毕住一晚上,内罗毕看起来就像一个建的乱七八糟的中国的县,可能要稍微大点?反正就是很乱七八糟,然后街面上比较脏吧。不过治安尚可,不会有人抢你的= =,人家都有工作,忙着呢。

但我想说有些东西真是……潜移默化就把人改变了。虽然我知道治安还不错,但是看着满街的老黑我心里还是有点虚的虽然外表上完全看不出来。
safari公司之前帮我订的那地方虽然叫hotel但是我觉得和青旅差不多条件,不过还好是单间有独立卫浴和提供早餐。不过我觉得按房间标准还是贵了些。= =早知道干脆让他们订那个太平洋酒店了……

把行李扔房间里之后我就缠着那姐姐让她带我去超市,因为我要买adapter(转换插头?),她把我拎到出门20米的超市就走了。我跑进去看了看,那个超市也很像一个县级的超市,大是比较大,但是超市里面的设施和货物还有气氛没有无锡上海成都大阪那种很摩登的赶脚= =,反正充满了乡土和山寨的味道。东西倒是一应俱全,可以看到很多国际平民品牌,反正我当下对于自己带了肥皂驱蚊水之类的傻逼行为感到很后悔,哦,还有洗发水牙膏牙刷……完全没必要带,现买就是了,价格与中国差不多,比日本可便宜。
不过我买的最大一坨的是水果,番茄啊!!!那里的番茄是长的!!!!对!!!不是圆的扁的是长的!!!!我买了好像两三公斤的样子,反正一直在吃,很好吃……呜呜呜呜。

然后就上路了。我必须说你妈去马赛马拉的路真他妈烂!!!那个烂法可以颠到你屁股上多出一个屁眼!!!!而且要花5倍的时间去跑一段距离!!!不是没有水泥路!!!就是因为有水泥路!!!才他妈的烂!!!那路上你妈全是坑啊而且没人修!!!!我恨不得给朝廷上奏疏去修那里的路啊然后我们收游客的过路费来捞回成本!!!!我在那路上来回颠了两次简直恨不得哭着给那条路磕头啊!!!!!!!真的要拿根绳子把自己捆在座位上啊!!!!每次起来拿水铁定他妈被颠的满车厢乱滚啊!!!!!!!!!

关于住宿,我想说的是,有钱还是住lodge,最好住公园里面的lodge,因为中午很热,这样你中午能回lodge去休息(很多公园是按进出卖票的,出去了再进要再买次票),下午还能在公园关门之后继续safari。反正我住在公园里面的lodge的时候是非常惬意的。

camp确实别有一番风景,不过前提是你能忍得了。我是能忍得了而且我觉得也很有趣,在amboseli(乞力马扎罗山下)的时候那边营地超原始,厕所什么的就是拿个塑料板一围,水龙头都是那种直接放在红土地上的。晚上没电,点风灯,其实应该自带手电,但我没带,营地工作人员给了我一个风灯,反正提着各种摇曳。

晚上星星很清楚,马赛马拉那边树多而且下雨比较多,amboselli和塔沃天天都能看到银河,满天星斗啊我只恨没带星图……恨的咬牙切齿。

在马赛马拉住的那个keekerok,正好遇到一个中国大团,那群人吵死人= =,然后一个大叔还在吃饭的时候跟我搭讪说小姑娘你哪里来的啊高兴吗去草原了吗这个好吃多吃点……救命……!
当然,在这个lodge,我被猴子抢了,还被狒狒打了= =,因为一直下雨,河马都没走到居住区来……

到nakuru之后因为订的是guest house不是lodge,当时不抱什么希望的,结果那guest house是公园内的,而且还蛮漂亮的,虽然房间很一般。这时候有厨师跟着我们了,厨师是在去nakuru的路上上来的,司机大叔说我去找厨师来,结果他跑到路边一个房子里之后就不见了,过了一会儿看到一个长得很可爱的眼睛很灵的小哥提着两个布包朝我过来,然后爬上车说你好我是你的厨子hamphury。对了司机叫ben。东非人的名字很英式的。

之前马赛马拉因为有一天住camp,那camp自带厨子的,做饭无比糟糕,所以我对小汉也没抱什么希望。结果他做的超级好吃= =。我傍晚就端着饭做在guesthouse门口远眺西洋和湖面,近看一群基佬impala在院子附近吃草。

那天guest house还遇到一对老夫妇,英国人,现居美国,说是搬家过好多次,在韩国住过6年,台湾1年,可能还有其他地方吧,美国境内也搬家好几次,到过很多地方……我各种羡慕嫉妒恨。并且和他们同看了拉登被击毙的新闻,还聊了很久。

后来在amboselli又遇到过一次。

amboselli营地我是遇到一大堆荷兰人,不过因为完全听不懂他们说话所以也没怎么交流。倒是他们的导游,是个白人,讲英语,我也没听出来英国口音,就问他是美国人吗。他说不是,我是肯尼亚人。我当时以为他开玩笑呢。
这家伙人很好,他看我一个人就一直邀请我和他们一起吃饭,说可以把食物分给我,我说没关系我有自己带。后来下午我在大树下看山乘凉他问我怎么了,我说太热了不想去safari。他对我说可以试试洗澡。晚上我蹲那看篝火赶蚊子,他跑过来说dear 你脸上少了什么,然后把自己脸一拉,说,smile。然后问我说有什么不高兴么……其实那只是我平时的表情而已我没什么高兴也没什么不高兴。我说IM FINE然后笑了一下,这人看了看我爬塔爬塔走开了,过了一会儿抱过来一大盒爆米花说给你吃,想吃多少都可以。
可惜我不是爆米花饭,其实我根本不喜欢这玩意儿,但是盛情难却吃了一点,他说,本来是给那帮dutch ppl的,不过先给你吃好了XDDD,反正他们不知道!

我囧。你不怕人家合起来打你么。

后来在塔沃遇到两个中年白人大妈,其实当时我正在餐厅里趴着阳台看大象在餐厅后面的小河里洗澡吃饭呢,大妈也跑过来看并且和我搭讪。我于是就接话头问他们今天怎么样啊,大妈对我说看到了两次狮子!(塔沃狮子不容易看到,因为树多)然后她们就顺便邀请我晚饭一起吃了囧。于是我就盛情难却了。

吃晚饭的时候跟大妈们讲了很多= =,鬼子国,我国,非洲,我妈炒股……总之我话唠严重,大妈一个是话唠跟我对唠,另外一个插不上嘴一直在旁边笑……
一直不停的聊了三个多钟头吧我跑回去睡觉的时候觉得今天最累的是聊天,而且很震惊我的英语口语居然这么流利,尼玛我在日本从来没使出过如此流利的口语!
另外两个大妈都是非洲人,一个南非,一个津巴布韦。但完全是英国口音。

我才想起来那个自称肯尼亚的大个子基佬没有骗人。= =殖民者后代嘛。
而且从口音上感觉他们肯定和黑人不是一个学校的。
其实还是隔离的不是吗。

顺说其实最困扰我的是小费,我一直搞不懂该抓住什么时机给,或者到底要不要给,于是稀里糊涂一路= =。别的……暂时木有啥了。

另外肯尼亚估计大城市只有两三个,蒙巴萨和内罗毕,好像还有一个在中部的。其他都是小镇或者根本就是集市。而且路边散落的村庄往往只有十几二十户人家……

lodge那是相当豪华的= =。总之旅游者不必担心,工作的白领也应该不必担心,还是可以比较滋润的。对了如果要住camp一定要带自己的睡袋!!!!
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核电站一个漏了,另一个准备漏……
这帮大SB现在完全拿不出策略来了吧。挖个坑把首相埋了吧。

这次关西只是摇了摇所以没啥问题,关空也没关闭(成田羽田关闭了)。

总之我没事,真心谢谢所有关心的人……

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Experimental Error: Most Likely to Secede

By Adam Ruben

February 25, 2011

I don't mean to brag, but in sixth grade I won the Science Award for Mrs. Lukoff's class. Lest you think the prize frivolous, I should stress that this honor -- accompanied, of course, by a certificate printed using the ultramodern Brøderbund Print Shop -- brought me legitimate notoriety among my classmates. They all paid close attention at the awards ceremony because, according to time-honored tradition, the recipient of the Science Award gets beaten up.

Someday, I thought while being stuffed into a trash can, I'll be a big, bad scientist. Then they'll all see.

I'll stand at a podium to receive my Nobel Prize. "Citizens of the world!" I'll announce. "People who used to beat me up! Hear me, for I have discovered a universal cure for all diseases! And would you like to know what it is?"

"Yes, O Wise Scientist!" the masses will cry. "Please tell us! We would like to learn your universal cure!"

That's when I'll smile. "Yeah," I'll say. "I bet you would."

Growing up, we were the smart ones. We were the valedictorians and the science fair champs, the celebrated nerds who read books for fun and asked for extra homework. Even in college, the brainy kids majored in science and engineering, and the kids who couldn't do math studied economics.

We thought we were the only ones taking this education thing seriously. We thought we would conquer hunger and save the planet and see our names etched among the luminaries -- or, at the very least, that we would design a computer capable of providing bizarrely off-topic responses on Jeopardy!

We thought we would rule the world. Then we got actual science careers.

I realized recently that if I examine it in a day-to-day sense, I have one job in science. It's not curing malaria, which is what my grant says it should be. My job, in essence, is to move small amounts of liquid from one place to another. That's it.

That's it? This is what smart people do? This is our reward for withstanding years in the trash can?

Most of us can't boast about the accomplishments for which we dreamed of being revered. If you ever want to see scientists get nervous, ask them how many actual lives their research has saved or improved. They'll say something like, "Um, ... that's not really ... uh ... what my research is about."

In his State of the Union address, President Barack Obama spoke of the need to educate children in science so as to compete with Chinese children, most of whom have Ph.D.s by age 5. It was interesting to witness the American response, as a challenged nation rose and collectively declared, "We don't need to compete with Chinese kids intellectually because we can beat them up instead, which we'll do when we're finished watching The Bachelor. Pass the Chex Mix."

It may be helpful to explore how we scientists arrived at our careers, starting from the beginning. Here, then, are the thoughts of a developing scientist throughout the education process, along with the science questions explored at each age:

A scientist in preschool: Yet again, the triangle-shaped block fits into the triangle-shaped hole. Fascinating. Analysis will likely reveal statistical significance regarding this fact, but first I should further explore the block's properties by attempting to eat it.

Science questions explored: How are plants different from animals? What are the parts of the body? How does food become solid waste? Which other child has a head made out of solid waste? What rhyming chants should accompany such an accusation?

A scientist in elementary school: This week, a man came to our school and talked about science. He wore a white coat, brought lots of gadgets, and made things explode and freeze. He must be the coolest man in the world! How does he know so much? I'll bet he has tons of friends. When I grow up, I want to be just like him, except maybe not with that weird moustache.

Science questions explored: How do tadpoles develop into frogs? How do butterflies -- hmm, it looks like we should go back to the tadpole-frog thing for another few weeks because you kids don't seem to be getting it. Ok, the tadpole -- can we pay attention, please? Eyes up front. Could we please stop throwing the tadpoles? I'll wait.

A scientist in middle school: Some of my classmates seem to have gotten large and confident very quickly. And the kids with the most friends are the ones who think science is lame. But I want friends. And I don't think science is lame. Ah, the eternal question: WWDHD? ("What would Don Herbert do?")1

Science questions explored: What is the difference between "weight" and "mass," and why won't you understand it no matter how many times it's explained? What is static electricity, and why won't you understand it no matter how many times it's explained? What is a hypothesis, and why won't you understand it no matter how many times it's explained?

A scientist in high school: The kids who beat me up last year are gone. They're off working or smoking things or being pregnant, while I get to take AP physics and learn how far a cube would travel up a frictionless incline when propelled by a spring. Important stuff! Hey, I even joined the Science Club, which seems to exist only to assure us that we socially rank above the Math Club. Except that most of us are also in the Math Club.

Science questions explored: How did human beings evolve? Just kidding. Your parents would kill me if I taught that. Let's just draw some more Lewis dot structures.

A scientist in college: Actual science researchers are teaching me actual science, and I get to take actual lab classes and wear actual goggles! Now I'm finally doing real experiments asking real questions -- provided those questions can be answered using scientific equipment from 1978. (Incidentally, that's a neat volumetric flask. Oh, I see, it holds 500 mL of water. I wonder whether that means it'll hold 500 mL of beer. Go science!)

Science questions explored: Why is Orgo at 8:00 a.m.?

A scientist in grad school: Uh ... uh-oh. I thought I knew what science was, but I was dead wrong. Apparently "science" means "work," and in grad school, it means "work for which I'm scarcely paid." Hello, high school acquaintance at my 10-year reunion! Oh, you work in finance? Neat. Wait, you have how many houses? Wait, your spouse is how hot? Me? Well, unlike you, I'm smart. So I work 14-hour days and make $15,000 a year. Because I'm smart. Stop laughing.

Science questions explored: Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???????????

Postdoctoral fellowship: Seriously? I survived 7 years of grad school, and I'm still not a scientist?

Science questions explored: Seriously?

* * *

I put little stickers on several hundred vials this morning. That was my morning. Diseases cured: zero. Vials with little stickers on them: several hundred.

One accepts a certain amount of drudgery as the price of performing world-changing science. After all, it's called "lab work," not "lab fun." (Although it would be awesome to be able to say, "I did 5 hours of lab fun this afternoon!")

But at some point, we let the slog replace the dream, and we stop thinking of ourselves as thinkers, even advertising ourselves to potential employers by listing the techniques we've mastered rather than the problems we fantasize about solving. The high-minded ideals of science devolve, for many of us, into days and weeks of the liquid handling and button pressing we've been trained to perform.

Most of our work is meaningful, so when we find ourselves focused so intently that the details become the work, we need to take a step back. Recall the joy of playing with the triangle-shaped block, picturing a frictionless incline, or learning about the metamorphosis those tadpoles would undergo if only our classmates would stop throwing them. Remind ourselves that, in many important ways, our jobs do resemble our dreams, with the exception that we can now fill volumetric flasks with more expensive beer.

So the next time you have a long session of sample gathering, data processing, or, um, robot-being-like, ask yourself what would have fascinated you, as a preschooler, about your current work. Remind that preschooler that you're now a big, bad scientist -- dream accomplished -- and even if your day-to-day work isn't as glamorous as you'd hoped, you still have something to feel satisfied about the next time a colleague stuffs you in the biohazard bin.

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1 The answer, of course, is that he would perform an experiment about surface tension in a fish tank in his kitchen, or he'd take apart an Atari joystick, and a neighborhood child would wander into his house and ask, "What are you working on, Mr. Wizard?" which was always a little creepy.

Adam Ruben, Ph.D., is a practicing scientist and the author of Surviving Your Stupid, Stupid Decision to Go to Grad School.

10.1126/science.caredit.a1100017


对我来说,这篇文亮点太多了,真的多到要整段整段的加粗的地步……
我标出来那句是我觉得最犀利的。

话说一开始觉得写文的这位很能掰很幽默,看到后来越来越辛酸。

每次遇到这种文章我都憋的慌,因为大多数时候只能自己一个人默默拍大腿叫好,根本没人能分享。每到这时候我总是觉得应该调整一下我的朋友圈= =,因为几乎没人会感兴趣这个,除了紧哥可能略有兴趣……
都别说文科商科的了,连和我同是医科的河马都表示没心情看naturesciencelancetcellnewengland这些杂志本身,而宁愿直接去看paper。(两者很不一样,每期杂志只有三分之一是最新paper,剩下的全是新闻啊评论啊综述啊掐架啊八卦啊神马的,当然是科学界或者医学界的,paper最痛苦)其他同行妹子跟我关系又没有那么热络=3=,只有河马是可以开玩笑说你到底在做什么动物做河马吗的……

这篇文后来那段关于tech和thinker的议论看的我辛酸的快流鼻水……尤其是那句找工作的时候会写上自己会些什么tech,而已经无视了自己是否是thinker。之前紧哥还对我抱怨说光是做实验没意思,可是太忙了甚至没有多少时间去思考,他觉得硕士博士最重要的都是思考而不是如何操作。操作是次要的。我只能说紧哥的想法和这作者英雄略同。话说虽然不同方向但是大领域相同,人家思路比我清桑的多啊……唉……
但是这个如果去和我的文科的朋友们说最多也是只能表示理解无法体会这种苦逼感…………

除了本身思维方式和视角以外,在搞科学技术方面又要被迫在一个英文阅读环境里生存的……除了紧哥我真的没有熟人了……我靠我交际圈太狭小了。而且这种虽然感情上感到很不爽但是理智上很明白不去多阅读多看就会死翘于是强迫自己自愿大量阅读的苦逼人士……也真没有多的…………


像这样把阅读学术杂志当做乐趣再过不久我他妈就要脱离社会了吧……求脱离社会的人士交往…………


说到这个,今天有个live上认识的基佬跑来问我我PSP能玩没有,而且给我推荐游戏。我当时正在研究室里,而且最近确实忙的要死,就对他说这礼拜catheterization快要愁死没有空去搞游戏(那个英文单词我真不知道该翻译成什么中文,我倒不是要装逼,我跟一个职业玩家装个屁的逼……这词日文直接是假名,我就知道操作方法和作用但我不他妈知道这个中文名叫什么,是个测心功的外科操作)。
那基佬跟我呵呵呵。
当时觉得很火大回了一句不务正业以后神马都是浮云,屁也玩不了。
我对这基佬本身到底啥来头不是很清楚,二世祖也好死neet也好,他给我的印象就是职业玩家,整天的话题除了游戏别的没有。对于一个在3D世界里又忙又他妈焦虑的人来说看到这种人我心里才只有呵呵呵,还凑上来就更让人烦躁了。

我好像每一年都要爆发一次对周围生活有目的又上进的朋友的羡慕,说实话那个“可怕的不仅是别人比你牛逼,而是比你牛逼的人比你还努力”……很现实,尤其是当你内心深处真的不想当一摊啥也做不成,只让爹妈和周围人愁苦的玩意儿的时候,唯一能摆脱困境的办法就是跑去加入创造生产价值的大军顺道实现人生价值。尤其是我之前目的无比模糊,人生基本得过且过,虽然也有在做事情或者达成目标,但是被动且拖拉的程度太过严重。导致我每次看到我那些好朋友死党之类的时候都觉得自己岌岌可危,尽管她们大多数会安慰我或者谦虚的说没有啦也就瞎混混,但你问他们打算怎么办的时候他们总能说的头头是道的。而且还有个妹子常常跑来和我商量前途神马的……导致我鸭梨更大。不过我每次绝对会鼓励她朝最好最有潜力的地方去,而且她成功了我会更高兴的要死……
她以前问我为毛我比她还高兴,我说自己没出息,看着周围有出息的朋友也好借光开心一下。

我说的每个字都是真心的。

总之最近又忙又焦虑(拜现在每礼拜汇报进度的规则所赐,还拜老师死也不肯放过我肯定每次点名所赐),那种每周一大帮人开会老师大庭广众叫了你汇报,结果缺啥也说不出来的丢人又可怕又鸭梨巨大的恐惧感一直在跟随我,促使我做什么都不敢拖,什么都要主动去问去搞去申请……就生怕哪个早晨在众人的眼光中变成最大的SB,而且也对不起自己的时间和精力,对不起老爹的血汗钱。
= =不过严格来说我倒觉得总算开心了一点,比起之前毕业前应付一样的赶论文还没完没了的打游戏刷XQ,学校都是爹帮着申请的,毕业后家里蹲等着签证下来却丝毫不肯去看任何专业知识,躺那混吃等死的日子,真的觉得舒服多了,虽然依然说不出10年后的自己会是怎么样,在哪里,甚至拿不出5年后的计划,但是像现在这样以周为单位完成任务取得一点小小的成就,我还是很高兴的。即使只是短期目标的实现,也会有点成就感的……

目标明确思路清桑的活着的人我总是很羡慕的,对于这一点我很庆幸虽然我本人是个糊涂蛋但我周围不少人都是好榜样……如果没有他们我估计现在可能是比那基佬还要职业的玩家,不,应该不会,我估计已经被我妈捅死了。坟头都长草了吧。
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累死我了。早上还在那边爬那个人贩子帖,回来那帖已经不见了。出门迟到10分钟,和那台湾大姐约在单轨站9点见面。

我本来还想她会不会以买东西为主,这样我估计会变成陪她逛街。结果她也很能蹦跶= =,而且蛮喜欢古迹的。以前还嘲笑日本说景点很小什么的,结果我们折腾完大阪城都已经下午2点了。

……不过确实不大。

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粉红色的是台湾大姐,真的是大姐,各方面……她硕士毕业工作了7年了。= =但是因为不化妆还有发型和服装的关系,感觉很像在读硕士。

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大阪市立博物馆,旧日军第四军司令部。和天守阁建在一个院子里,很破坏风景= =

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我发誓我的本意绝对不是拍妹子……我回来才发现她们在镜头里。


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正好抓拍到鸽子飞过天守阁。

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天守阁里夏之阵的屏风的部分,室内光线不行,IPHONE巨渣无比。看个名字意思意思吧。真田新村是个长胡子的苦逼大叔。真的。

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这是第三代的天守阁,前两代是蓝黑色的……丰臣和德川是国米粉?这个是31年修复的。

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天守阁出来有个丰国神社,据说经常用于结婚仪式。今天就碰上了。
群众狠狠的围观了他们,其中一个路人大叔还让新郎新娘- -v - -v给他这个POSE。


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日本人结婚超严肃超安静,就像办丧事一样……
话说我国办丧事都比他们喜庆。

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新人停那边让人围观了好一会儿……

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我换了个角度围观他们。

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巫女!!!

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前面两位有一个吹的是竽,声音小的听不到。第一个是笛子的样子。

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然后他们跑到神社礼堂里去结婚了。光线不好我拍的都糊了就这样吧。

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四天王寺,山寨唐风建筑的味道很浓。之所以我一定要来这里,都是为了太子你啊阿西巴!!!!对的这玩意儿就是圣德太子造的……看起来和动画片里不太一样啦太子!你不是挂着吉他唱歌呢吗!妹子呢!我要看妹子!!

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这是什么圣德太子猫之门啥的= =

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这是长得非常锉的好像仓库的宝物馆台阶上的猫

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这是圣德太子猫之X里面。

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后来就跑到道顿崛去吃豪华炒面和大阪烧了……大阪烧很坑爹。炒面不错。出来又看到一个超级豪华到肉都铺出来的博多拉面。没肚子了,下次吧。然后在心斋桥买了这个。是个圣诞夜惊魂的梳妆盒。实物非常萌。那家店还有一个风骚到死的棺材首饰盒……可惜不让拍照我又没首饰,没高兴买。
= =想要的我可以帮代购?

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这个可以打开来,上层的镜子可以立起来,下面是抽屉,抽屉空间蛮大的可以塞的下牙刷。

还买了个棺材逛街包,IPHONE这光线效果很差,算了。
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