昨天的比赛,中国队在最后时刻获得点球,小胜新加坡。这种胜利颇像世界杯上的意大利,最后时刻靠格罗索的点球制胜。段宣也差点成为黄健翔二世。
不过我还是坚持,除非默认强烈的反应,我是不会看中国队比赛滴
星期四, 八月 17, 2006
星期三, 八月 09, 2006
星期六, 五月 20, 2006
星期五, 三月 31, 2006
Asia, Far East, news and analysis Times Online, The Times, Sunday Times
Asia, Far East, news and analysis Times Online, The Times, Sunday Times: "City buries its history in passion for concrete and glass
From Jane Macartney in Beijing
OLD WANG picked his way over mounds of dusty rubble. “This was my home, my home for all my life.” He began to cry. “I can’t leave,” he said.
In a crumbling courtyard house on the other side of the alley, a woman filled a basin with water from an outside tap.
“They are forcing us to leave because they want to demolish this courtyard,” she said. “Don’t ask me why, I’m too frightened to talk.” She scurried into her one-room, brick, lean-to home built within the walls of No 7 Wenchang Hutong — once a graceful courtyard home to a moneyed Beijing family.
Few courtyards remain. When it comes to the tangle of alleys — known by the Manchurian word hutong — that fan out from the Forbidden City, Beijing’s planning authorities swing between bouts of preservation and frenzies of destruction. Developers want to replace the acres of faded quadrangles with glass and concrete towers. Planners are keen to build a sleek new city before the 2008 Olympics.
Fewer than 500 of Beijing’s nearly 4,000 hutong survive, according to Zhang Wei, the leader of a group of volunteers battling to save them. More than a third of the 62sq km (24 square mile) old city has already been demolished and homes are being destroyed at the rate of 10,000 a year.
It is unlikely that any other city has undergone such a rapid and dramatic transformation.
One voice of protest was that of I. M. Pei, the AmericanChinese architect. “They should have preserved the old walls and the city inside and built the skyscrapers outside, as Pa"
From Jane Macartney in Beijing
OLD WANG picked his way over mounds of dusty rubble. “This was my home, my home for all my life.” He began to cry. “I can’t leave,” he said.
In a crumbling courtyard house on the other side of the alley, a woman filled a basin with water from an outside tap.
“They are forcing us to leave because they want to demolish this courtyard,” she said. “Don’t ask me why, I’m too frightened to talk.” She scurried into her one-room, brick, lean-to home built within the walls of No 7 Wenchang Hutong — once a graceful courtyard home to a moneyed Beijing family.
Few courtyards remain. When it comes to the tangle of alleys — known by the Manchurian word hutong — that fan out from the Forbidden City, Beijing’s planning authorities swing between bouts of preservation and frenzies of destruction. Developers want to replace the acres of faded quadrangles with glass and concrete towers. Planners are keen to build a sleek new city before the 2008 Olympics.
Fewer than 500 of Beijing’s nearly 4,000 hutong survive, according to Zhang Wei, the leader of a group of volunteers battling to save them. More than a third of the 62sq km (24 square mile) old city has already been demolished and homes are being destroyed at the rate of 10,000 a year.
It is unlikely that any other city has undergone such a rapid and dramatic transformation.
One voice of protest was that of I. M. Pei, the AmericanChinese architect. “They should have preserved the old walls and the city inside and built the skyscrapers outside, as Pa"
星期四, 十二月 22, 2005
星期二, 十二月 06, 2005
自己的冬天-2
——终于要下雪了,北方的冬天不能没有雪,冬天不能没有雪,不下雪的地方没有冬天。身在异乡的兔子、秘秘、小四,你们听见雪花落下来的声音了吗,你们听见干冷的空气流过耳边的声音了吗……
终于要下雪了,尽管已经有两次,但是加起来不足两分钟,而且最重要的是我没看见。这回据说先是雨夹雪,之后会有些许雪花飘落北京市区之外,后天零下七度。还好是周末,可以躲在家里不用出门,还好是在城外,可以目睹不备城市的喧嚣欺负的瞬间消融的雪花。
晚上下班的时候,天已经很黑、很冷。717这两破车上,又有一大票人挤在汽油弥漫的车厢里,我挤上去的时候,身边有个不怎么漂亮的女文青(因为带着眼镜,估计是个女IT,最好不是女公关),蜷缩在车门旁边,两个彪型小汉之间。
坐车的都很奇怪,总不肯往里走,即便那里人少,除非有座。北京的售票员应该是全世界最有穿衣和最有想象力的,100多人的车厢里,他还能塞上20个,并且来来回回查票自如。每次遇到这种情况我都五体投地的佩服他们,他们不去做广告,白瞎了。
近一段工作很忙,加上天黑得早,就没时间欣赏星星了。不过每天看那群男女文青的Blog仍是每天的必修课,但终于有一天,我发现除了小小,没有一个比我勤劳的,不但自己更新,而且经常到处流窜留言。
其实秘秘和兔子应该是最有时间更新Blog的,因为他们总有那么多的时间。每天抱怨要写论文的北大女硕溜溜是另一个典型,他每天有忙不完的事情,写论文、逛街、吃饭……和我吵架(很少,但每次见面必吵)。小小要考研,考清华那个寸草不生的地方,估计去了就能当上终身校花,最近她连Blog都弄得跟ANTI一样,板着脸好像王宁报《新闻联播》一样。
璐璐在用心上班,工作是他目前最大的追求,除了嫁人,他的blog上没什么东西,好像下了雪的湖面,白皑皑的表面隐藏着冻僵的鱼、暗绿的草,还有她的侠女梦。豆豆是另一个上班族,她上班跟上刑场一样,还是回来给大家煮面吧,我们现在渴盼着有人给做饭。消失的萝卜和不写Blog的QQ、李丹以及YGG,应该是最喜欢冬天的,天一冷就纷纷冬眠去了,饿了舔舔左手……
八卦了那么多,还是说我自己。
自从从保定回来,我就陷入了迷惑,在迷惑中我继续工作。每天写露骨的恶心的公关稿件、每天改露骨的恶心的公关稿件,我发现我竟然还没有恶心到稿件那地步,不亦快哉。而且,经常因为保留自己的意见,跟客户部的同仁们来上一场“两意战争”,为枯燥的生活添上些乐趣。
然而,“两意战争”的结果是我加班的时间多了,而且每次都在9点之前完成,领不到8块钱的饭补,痛苦-ing。
前两天北京的阳光还很温暖,让人有一种去北海看绿瓦红墙的冲动。其实西四那边的老城区,使蛮有看头的,细细的胡同,红的灰的砖墙,掉了色的琉璃瓦,宁静的天空和四合院。比起前门那边喧闹的场面,我愿意在西四看一辈子古建。难怪老北京说“东富西贵”,说“穷崇文、破宣武”。
听者何勇的钟鼓楼,听者窦唯悠远深邃的笛子,听者何玉生京韵十足的单线儿。眼前总是出现夏天傍晚的北京胡同,儿童嬉戏、老人下棋,矮墙上的爬山虎与翠绿的洋槐,树影阴凉、斜阳西下、红霞满天。不要汽车、不要洋房,不要拿着枪的警察、不要圆顶的国家大剧院,那才是一个安详的充满生机的北京。
可悲的是,我就在这个不怎么安详,充斥着所谓生机的北京。
忙碌、挤车、加班、吵嚷、应酬、虚伪、矫情、妒忌、欲望、混乱……
无奈、苦闷、失望、吃喝、懒觉、轻蔑、愤恨、凄凉、孤独、可耻……
(……中)
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