When they went, we felt sorry,
For them we were scared,
For us, they moved on,
Sacrificed for us,
Hypocritically we shouted,
‘’Heroes are here, they’re back’’,
Some in coffin,
Some injured,
Some mental retard ate,
Said waaoh for the group,
But alone we ignored them,
Become happy being safe,
But ooh! Poor son of soil,
Their value ended there,
After retirement they’re nothing.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Exercise myself
As a student in school, learning is the main task. The University of spare much time to the school after-school life is very rich, multi-part in some activities the best. Say that a small community college to university is to train us to adapt to society. Therefore, in universities, should strive to exercise their own future, the community can develop a better path. Exercise their public speaking ability, and now that our counselor has given us a task is issued at least five-minute speech, that is, have given a good chance. Learn to use their learned knowledge to go out to play Sunday when the Guangzhao play, saw a computer store Promoters recruitment. I wanted to go try, just started first requirement is to have sales experience. I can say I am now a student, is learning computer electronics have focused on this area. In fact, I lack confidence, because it's less than a year's time how much has not studied it. He said: "OK, you try it!" Began my tests, if I am a customer I would recommend you to this computer. I started my inherent ability of the candidates for the first time in my life, an introduction, I asked a series of problems. End afterwards, he left me a phone, saying to their superiors to report that give me an answer within three days. But he forgets that I first said I was in school, I asked a holiday right? He said: "I will not have, we are big shopping malls, have to find regular employees." But I am also very satisfied with my present capacity to be able to get his approval so I am very pleased to come back to think he could have done better. Lot in school the ability to exercise their own future, took to the community to do better.
Too Many
Too many,
Too many of them.
Just when you’ve heard one,
There are two or six or more,
And then
Your head is in a vice
And they’re cranking it tight.
There’s too many of them tonight!
There are too many,
Too many, don’t you see!
All telling the same story
Most unfortunately.
They shove it in your face
Until there’s nothing left to say.
There’s just too many of them today.
And then they’re back
The lot of them
Most everywhere you turn.
A handful here, a truckload there.
Oh, will they ever learn?
Just too many!
God, look at them all!
Hairy little monsters!
Big one’s and small.
Too many to count,
They’re on every wall!
Crawling like maggots,
Or rather slither. What a sight!
There’s just too many of them tonight!
Think I’ll go now,
Get as far away from here
As the east is from the west,
But just not quite as near!
No, I won’t hide-
You cannot hide from such as these
You can’t hide from death or taxes even if you please!
So I’ll muddle up an iron chin
And lock and load and fight.
For there’s just too many of them tonight.
Too many of them.
Just when you’ve heard one,
There are two or six or more,
And then
Your head is in a vice
And they’re cranking it tight.
There’s too many of them tonight!
There are too many,
Too many, don’t you see!
All telling the same story
Most unfortunately.
They shove it in your face
Until there’s nothing left to say.
There’s just too many of them today.
And then they’re back
The lot of them
Most everywhere you turn.
A handful here, a truckload there.
Oh, will they ever learn?
Just too many!
God, look at them all!
Hairy little monsters!
Big one’s and small.
Too many to count,
They’re on every wall!
Crawling like maggots,
Or rather slither. What a sight!
There’s just too many of them tonight!
Think I’ll go now,
Get as far away from here
As the east is from the west,
But just not quite as near!
No, I won’t hide-
You cannot hide from such as these
You can’t hide from death or taxes even if you please!
So I’ll muddle up an iron chin
And lock and load and fight.
For there’s just too many of them tonight.
The Second Wave of Feminism
The statistics I’ve cited and the living examples are all too familiar to you. But what may not be so familiar will be the increasing number of women who are looking actively for advancement of for a new job in your offices. This woman may be equipped with professional skills and perhaps valuable experience, She will not be content to be Executive Assistant to Mr. Seldom Seen of the Assistant Vice President’s Girl Friday, who is the only one who comes in on Saturday.
She is the symbol of what I call the Second Wave of Feminism. She is the modern woman who is determined to be.
Her forerunner was the radical feminist who interpreted her trapped position as a female as oppression by the master class of men. Men, she believed, had created a domestic, servile role for women in order that men could have the career and the opportunity to participate in making the great decisions of society. Thus the radical feminist held that women through history had been oppressed and dehumanized, mainly because man chose to exploit his wife and the mother of his children. Sometimes it was deliberate exploitation and sometimes it was the innocence of never looking beneath the pretensions of life.
The radical feminists found strength in banding together. Coming to recognize each other for the first time, they could explore their own identities, realize their own power, and view the male and his system as the common enemy. The first phases of feminism in the last five years often took on this militant, class-warfare tone. Betty Friedan, Gloria Steinem, Germaine Greer, and many others hammered home their ideas with a persistence that aroused and intrigued many of the brightest and most able women in the country. Consciousness-raising groups allowed women to explore both their identities and their dreams—and the two were often found in direct conflict.
What is the stereotyped role of American women? Marriage. A son. Two daughters. Breakfast. Ironing. Lunch. Bowling, maybe a garden club of for the very daring, non-credit courses in ceramics. Perhaps an occasional cocktail party. Dinner. Football or baseball on TV. Each day the same. Never any growth in expectations—unless it is growth because the husband has succeeded. The inevitable question: “Is that all there is to life?”
The rapid growth of many feminist organizations attests to the fact that these radical feminists had touched some vital nerves. The magazine “Ms.” was born in the year of the death of the magazine “Life.” But too often the consciousness-raising sessions became ends in themselves. Too often sexism reversed itself and man-hating was encouraged. Many had been with the male chauvinist.
It is not difficult, therefore, to detect a trend toward moderation. Consciousness-raising increasingly is regarded as a means to independence and fulfillment, rather than a ceremony of fulfillment itself. Genuine independence can be realized through competence, through finding a career, through the use of education. Remember that for many decades the education of women was not supposed to be useful.
She is the symbol of what I call the Second Wave of Feminism. She is the modern woman who is determined to be.
Her forerunner was the radical feminist who interpreted her trapped position as a female as oppression by the master class of men. Men, she believed, had created a domestic, servile role for women in order that men could have the career and the opportunity to participate in making the great decisions of society. Thus the radical feminist held that women through history had been oppressed and dehumanized, mainly because man chose to exploit his wife and the mother of his children. Sometimes it was deliberate exploitation and sometimes it was the innocence of never looking beneath the pretensions of life.
The radical feminists found strength in banding together. Coming to recognize each other for the first time, they could explore their own identities, realize their own power, and view the male and his system as the common enemy. The first phases of feminism in the last five years often took on this militant, class-warfare tone. Betty Friedan, Gloria Steinem, Germaine Greer, and many others hammered home their ideas with a persistence that aroused and intrigued many of the brightest and most able women in the country. Consciousness-raising groups allowed women to explore both their identities and their dreams—and the two were often found in direct conflict.
What is the stereotyped role of American women? Marriage. A son. Two daughters. Breakfast. Ironing. Lunch. Bowling, maybe a garden club of for the very daring, non-credit courses in ceramics. Perhaps an occasional cocktail party. Dinner. Football or baseball on TV. Each day the same. Never any growth in expectations—unless it is growth because the husband has succeeded. The inevitable question: “Is that all there is to life?”
The rapid growth of many feminist organizations attests to the fact that these radical feminists had touched some vital nerves. The magazine “Ms.” was born in the year of the death of the magazine “Life.” But too often the consciousness-raising sessions became ends in themselves. Too often sexism reversed itself and man-hating was encouraged. Many had been with the male chauvinist.
It is not difficult, therefore, to detect a trend toward moderation. Consciousness-raising increasingly is regarded as a means to independence and fulfillment, rather than a ceremony of fulfillment itself. Genuine independence can be realized through competence, through finding a career, through the use of education. Remember that for many decades the education of women was not supposed to be useful.
Beauty of Chinese Calligraphy
As you enjoy the strokes of voluptuous beauty, when burying yourself in the huge masses of Chinese calligraphical works, what captures your attention must be something more than calligraphy itself, the Chinese histo-cultural tradition, into which the calligraphy was born and with which it has been developing as a form of art. This makes you wonder: Where does the calligraphical beauty come from? Like any other form of art in the world, calligraphy in China has owed its glory to its creator, the calligrapher. “Art is life,” as is believed. It was the many legendary lives calligraphers lived and are living in the course of Chinese social development and civilization that gave birth to the Chinese calligraphy, the “most Chinese” form of art, and have nourished it. As Liu Xizai, a renowned calligrapher in Qin dynasty (1616-1911), rightly observed, “A calligraphical work of art is what it mirrors. It is the index of the learning, the talent, and the aspiration of the calligrapher. In a word, it is what the calligrapher is.”
When it comes to the beauty of brush calligraphy, Wang Xizhi (303-361) and Yan Zhenqing (709-785) are household names in China and the stories about them are told from one generation to the next. Wang was a calligrapher who could eclipse all his contemporaries in Eastern Jin period of Southern and Northern dynasties (420-589). Acknowledged as the “calligrapher-sage,” he is even believed to be the greatest artist in the history of the field. While his authentic works can hardly be available due to the passage of time, his masterpieces are still commended as the highest realm a calligrapher can reach.
When it comes to the beauty of brush calligraphy, Wang Xizhi (303-361) and Yan Zhenqing (709-785) are household names in China and the stories about them are told from one generation to the next. Wang was a calligrapher who could eclipse all his contemporaries in Eastern Jin period of Southern and Northern dynasties (420-589). Acknowledged as the “calligrapher-sage,” he is even believed to be the greatest artist in the history of the field. While his authentic works can hardly be available due to the passage of time, his masterpieces are still commended as the highest realm a calligrapher can reach.
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