Big potato 到访     

                                                                ---------------本学期头条大新闻                 

这两天整个Channel 部的都休假去了。我这个小intern也跟着蹭两天清闲。休息归休息.但决不能懒惰。今天继续在lab加油吧。。

也不知是今天风向不对，还是怎么了，大热的天我们导师竟然来lab了，体察民情？不像。两年多的时间都未曾见过几次面，未曾关心过我们，除了教师节&他的birthday,我们要treat他dinner的时候才有机会一睹他老人家的尊容。即便偶尔有开会他也只是莅临doctor那边。我们这帮破post graduate 是从来不过问的。今天来这突然袭击也不知有啥阴谋。还是鸟悄的进来，走到我旁边了才发现。一时惊讶，乱了方阵，桌子上的瓶瓶罐罐被我起立时弄的乒乓做响。What a mess！估计他肯定不高兴了，看到这被搞的乱七八糟的实验室（主要是我。不爱打扫卫生）

情况似乎也没想那么糟。像着还挺慈眉善目，说话间手缕了缕那仅有的几根而且貌似喷了嗜哩的头发。

"就你自己在这学习呢？"

"嗯，家里人前些天来看过我，所以没回家"（其实其他人都背着导师在外做兼职去了）

"杨老师今天怎么过来了？"

"我一会给博士那面开会，关于蛋白质那个项目，顺便看看你们这界即将毕业的孩子"

 天呢，竟然还知道我是研二要毕业了的。上次开会还被划到研一小破孩的队列。。看来他过生日时我那两瓶92年的张裕干红没有白送呀。。花了我半个月的生活费呢。。。

几句没有实质貌似关心的话语结束后，转身要走了。突然又来一句："把空调开开吧。屋里多热啊！"

"还好啦。早晨开窗通通风挺好的。"（就今天忘开空调了，才不是为了给实验室省电）不过我这懒人偶尔还赶上了老师的表扬。就当我真的是在省电吧。嘿嘿！

……

一阵虚惊，还好我也没有搞小动作，确实有认真论文哦。。

环顾一下，我的桌子确定不像话了，跟在垃圾堆上作业一样，领导视察完了，那我也勤快一下吧。。。。

打扫完毕。继续

 

差点忘了把这日志设权限，要是某些导师的眼线盯上可就脱不了身啦。

记着有一傻同学，找了导师但还未报到时，在学校的论坛上发一贴子，问关于此导师的情况，更傻的是还把自己的QQ留下了，深情的期盼师兄师姐们能提供点信息。非常不幸但又十分凑巧的是这导师也时不时的来论坛溜达一圈。。。看到此贴，勃然大怒，于是在开学第一天的集体会议上把所有新生的联系方式包括QQ都留下了,一一对峙。好小子，原来是你，终于被我逮出来了吧。。从此这傻同学便踏上了无耐的道路。穿了整整两年半的小鞋，，怎么解释都无济于事，导师铁定认为此同学背后讲他坏话了。。

哎。。其实吧。。导师们只要。。。那么一点点。。。又何来弟子们背后的谈论呢。。

尽管我的导师也有总总的。。而且尤其特别的。。该我shut up的时候也不要给自己添麻烦。

毕竟还指望他在毕业论文上签字呢。哪门心思不对，鼻子一禁。眉毛一竖。There goes my life， 甭想毕业。在这受罪熬吧。 

 

In life we always have best choice to prove us

whatever you have experienced in the past or suffering right now ..

the precondition to carry on with it is  there needs a mutuality,understanding and expectations

if u can't see it, if someone couldnt accept yours or if something makes you not go ahead,

no need to waste ur time ..no need to force urself to plunge into a deeper clough

though we have choices, we also need to consider the priorities..

i wish I can fufill my study smoothly

                                  

                                                                                       

                                                       -----  To those southern Friends

 

                      

        Recently many catastrophes were reported .Mostly happened in south area .because of the terrible weather condition .Lots of  innocent persons lost their lives during the battle against typhoon, rainstorm, tornado… These unmerciful monsters have destroyed numerous happy homesteads. But the worst is we can do nothing when facing them . 

 We are all busy with individual boring work ,study ,it seems our simply lives have been teemed with these trivial things .Even though suffering the outside broiling temperature .but at least  we still feel ease staying such a more secure harbor .When u are tasting the palatable coffee and enjoying the coolness with air-conditioning . Have you ever sacrificed a bit of energy and time to concern those faraway and dangerous compatriots?

No doubt! Everyone has sympathy . They just express it naturally in respective way .At this moment . I’m really worried about those southern friends .some of them are my blog’s buddies  who never seen before .some are my classmates .Whoever you are .I am blessing for you . 

With the advent of autumn . the influence of those monsterw will  decreasingly die out . it means such unsteady day has come to its epilogue . Let’s pack up our anxiety mood to long for a relaxed and happy autumn .a dolorous autumn .

Typhoon has passed by . Let it take away all those sentimental memory ...

Monsoon has drift away.Let it clean up our spiritual dust ...

   

         来过的人不要溜走，一起祝福我们的同胞们吧。。

 

 

 

 

 

 爱在无语时（Words From a Father）

                        

                                                Words From a Father

In the doorway of my home, I looked closely at the face of my 23-year-old son, Daniel, his backpack by his side. We were saying good-bye. In a few hours he would be flying to France. He would be staying there for at least a year to learn another language and experience life in a different country.

It was a transitional time in Daniel‘s life, a passage, a step from college into the adult world. I wanted to leave him some words that would have some meaning, some significance beyond the moment.

But nothing came from my lips. No sound broke the stillness of my beachside home. Outside, I could hear the shrill cries of sea gulls as they circled the ever changing surf on Long Island. Inside, I stood frozen and quiet, looking into the searching eyes of my son.

What made it more difficult was that I knew this was not the first time I had let such a moment pass. When Daniel was five, I took him to the school-bus stop on his first day of kindergarten. I felt the tension in his hand holding mine as the bus turned the corner. I saw colour flush his cheeks as the bus pulled up. He looked at me-as he did now.

What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it? Will I be okay? And then he walked up the steps of the bus and disappeared inside. And the bus drove away. And I had said nothing.

A decade or so later, a similar scene played itself out. With his mother, I drove him to William and Mary College in Virginia. His first night, he went out with his new schoolmates, and when he met us the next morning, he was sick. He was coming down with mononucleosis, but we could not know that then. We thought he had a hangover.

In his room, Dan lay stretched out on his bed as I started to leave for the trip home. I tried to think of something to say to give him courage and confidence as he started this new phase of life.

Again, words failed me. I mumbled something like, "Hope you feel better Dan." And I left.                                              

Now, as I stood before him, I thought of those lost opportunities. How many times have we all let such moments pass? A boy graduates from school, a daughter gets married. We go through the motions of the ceremony, but we don‘t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell them what they have meant to us. Or what they might expect to face in the years ahead.

How fast the years had passed. Daniel was born in New Orleans, LA., in 1962, slow to walk and talk, and small of stature. He was the tiniest in his class, but he developed a warm, outgoing nature and was popular with his peers. He was coordinated and 6)agile, and he became adept in sports.

Baseball gave him his earliest challenge. He was an outstanding pitcher in Little League, and eventually, as a senior in high school, made the varsity, winning half the team‘s games with a record of five wins and two losses. At graduation, the coach named Daniel the team‘s most valuable player.

His finest hour, though, came at a school science fair. He entered an exhibit showing how the circulatory system works. It was primitive and crude, especially compared to the fancy, computerized, blinking-light models entered by other students. My wife, Sara, felt embarrassed for him.

It turned out that the other kids had not done their own work-their parents had made their exhibits. As the judges went on their rounds, they found that these other kids couldn‘t answer their questions. Daniel answered every one. When the judges awarded the Albert Einstein Plaque for the best exhibit, they gave it to him.

By the time Daniel left for college he stood six feet tall and weighed 170 pounds. He was muscular and in superb condition, but he never pitched another inning, having given up baseball for English literature. I was sorry that he would not develop his athletic talent, but proud that he had made such a mature decision.

One day I told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn‘t take a year or two off to travel when I finished college. This is the best way, to my way of thinking, to broaden oneself and develop a larger perspective on life. Once I had married and begun working, I found that the dream of living in another culture had vanished.

Daniel thought about this. His friends said that he would be insane to put his career on hold. But he decided it wasn‘t so crazy. After graduation, he worked as a waiter at college, a bike messenger and a house painter. With the money he earned, he had enough to go to Paris.

The night before he was to leave, I tossed in bed. I was trying to figure out something to say. Nothing came to mind. Maybe, I thought, it wasn‘t necessary to say anything.

What does it matter in the course of a life-time if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? But as I stood before Daniel, I knew that it does matter. My father and I loved each other. Yet, I always regretted never hearing him put his feelings into words and never having the memory of that moment. Now, I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten. Why is it so hard to tell a son something from the heart? My mouth turned dry, and I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly.

“Daniel," I said, "if I could have picked, I would have picked you."

That‘s all I could say. I wasn‘t sure he understood what I meant. Then he came toward me and threw his arms around me. For a moment, the world and all its people vanished, and there was just Daniel and me in our home by the sea.

He was saying something, but my eyes misted over, and I couldn‘t understand what he was saying. All I was aware of was the stubble on his chin as his face pressed against mine. And then, the moment ended. I went to work, and Daniel left a few hours later with his girlfriend.

That was seven weeks ago, and I think about him when I walk along the beach on weekends. Thousands of miles away, somewhere out past the ocean waves breaking on the deserted shore, he might be scurrying across Boulevard Saint Germain, strolling through a musty hallway of the Louvre, bending an elbow in a Left Bank café.

What I had said to Daniel was clumsy and trite. It was nothing. And yet, it was everything.

                 

 

What a gorgeous sunny day! I bet everybody feels sick of these days’ unceasing thunder shower or storms ..Hard to encounter such a well-content day ..Why not go out to have a fun ..But the first thing I need to complete is to purchase some kinds of stuff for my storage .It includes edible & useable things. So shopping outside.

 

When we are going to finish the shopping .all of a sudden .I bethink something I haven’t done. .came to soft-drink column and picked up two cans of beer .It seems my behavior confused my partner .she looked at me with an unbelievable smile

“ U wanna drink beer .and by yourself ???“

“Absolutely I will .I am not crazy .I am not kidding…I just wanna drink beer …haha~”

“How strange .even during the classmate party .you don’t do it .what makes u change your attitude?”

“Everything can be changed , the rather that my opinion ..of course drinking beer is not only for entertainment .but good for your health ..especially for those young beautiful ladies.”

 

Okay ..let me show you something authoritative .you will get to know the inside arcanum.

 

A new study suggests that moderate use of alcohol might help reduce the loss of mental ability, The researchers define moderate as less than fifteen grams a day, or about one drink.The study compared the risk of cognitive impairment in women who used alcohol to women who did not. Cognitive impairment means a loss of thinking ability. Here is what the scientists reported in The New England Journal of Medicine: Women who drank less than fifteen grams of alcohol per day had about a twenty percent lower risk than those who drank none at all.

 

          So now… are you willing to join with me ? 

 

                 

Once in a lifetime

      You find a friend

           Who touches not only your heart

                 But also your soul

Once in a lifetime

      You discover someone

           Who stands beside you

                 Not over you

Once in a lifetime

      If you are lucky

           You find someone

                 As I have found you

Very special people

      We can be ourselves with

           Talk with, Laugh with,

                 Hope with and believe with …    

 

Damn it .the whole  blog users of 163 were informed that our blogs can't be used normally within 10 hours .

the website researchers always play tricks on us . shut down the web service system and hide in a small cubbyhouse(not vivi's cubbyhouse ahah) do some painstaking but useless work to achiece a so-called updated version ..yet ..the fact turns out the new version is no much different compared with the former one .what is worse ..it has brought us lots of trouble  

 

As to the Windows Live Space ..seems much more friendly ...probably due to its unaltered interface or I have not familared with its real features.. now that I have nothing to do with 163. Just condescend here for a short period of time xixi

 

Actually ..everything has its advantages and disadvantages ..we can't judge it merely based on one point .. we are supposed to analyze it from different angles and weigh up the potential benefits against its shortages .

 

so Be optimistic..maybe we will head a promising one .. expecting~

 

 

      For people with B type blood:

 

      Life is like a joyous banquet which teemed with music、cate、friendship and love . All these things come easily and disappear easily. and no boundary 、no limit 、no burden . Anything now that will come to the ending whether it is orbicular or not …you are not supposed to focus on the unsatisfied minor details during the process. Just appreciate the every jollification and joyousness .That is the most important

 

      Life of Blood B is full of sentiment and freedom .we are caritative guys , easy to be attracted by new curiosities. At the same time easy to lose our interests. but let’s express it in another point of view .Just due to this type of optimistic attitude. We will not feel regrettable when we lose or give up something .it makes us- blood B-possess the maximal freedom with which other typies can’t compare . 

Among the folks

 

Passing by each other is a seed sleeping deeply beneath the earth over decade

Glimpsing at each other is a bud growing valorously against the storm over century

Communicating with each other is a sapling experiencing myriad torments over millennium

Being friends is a fruit brewing elaborately with your empressements over million