1号国庆，也是开学的日子。早上就跑去上课，回来困得不行，就一直没看，刚才正好看到国庆典礼的下载，就下了一个。

长3个小时，大部分都是没什么意思。这东西和家人一起看是一回事，自己看就往往看得是另外一些东西。

整个过程中只觉得这一个画面有价值，注意从左边和右边的人，以及从中间到两边的顺序

这种场面全世界的人都在看，站错地方可不得了

 

 

 

另外附上一个视频（用的是7D和无敌兔wwww），编辑者是中国人，但是拍摄者不知道是哪国的。

给人的感觉相当震撼，更可以说意味深长，换一个角度，又可以看到央视版里完全看不到的某些东西。

这也让刚买单反的我又一次感到摄影的深奥。（看之前把SPACE的BGM关了吧）

China's 60th Anniversary national day - timelapse and slow motion - 7D and 5DmkII from Dan Chung on Vimeo.

最后附一个连接，图太多了就不贴了OTL。。。某些照片照的不错，但是远没有上面视频里的慢镜有震撼力。

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/10/china_celebrates_60_years.html

就贴这一张吧。似乎外国记者报道的中国国庆里永远有这样的画面，中国报道神州X号发射的时候似乎也会有，但是今年的国庆很特殊，所以没有。

A migrant worker adjusts the antenna to get a better reception of the live television broadcast of the parade to mark China's 60th anniversary, at their dormitory in Hefei, Anhui province October 1, 2009. (REUTERS/Jianan Yu)

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

以前一直对SONY的工业设计很有信心，当初04年TGS上PS2-70000的惊艳还记忆犹新。那时候我还是个坐在教室最后一排在无聊的语文课上看游戏机实用技术的高中生。那年合刊的《东京攻略》是谁写得来着？多边形？沙迦？DS？……实在想不起来了。当时对东京无限神往，不知我哪年能去TGS看看，今年终于能去了。这不由得让我感觉有些恍惚。说起来，比NDS还薄的机身让我当时赞叹不已。70000是28MM，NDS好像是29.8MM吧。就这点让当时对NDS并不看好的我在和两个同学打完乒乓球后去亚细亚小吃城吃炒米线的时候，一手拿着筷子往嘴里划拉米线，一手拿着UCG在他们眼前晃来晃去道：“看见没有，这才叫SONY，一个掌机比家用机还厚，任天堂快自杀吧哈哈哈”。明明PS2和NDS那种“新游戏机”都和我无关，却依然可以侃的津津乐道，在今天的我来看有些傻的单纯，却又意想不到的快乐。今天的我有PS2，有NDSL，但是没有PS3，没有360，也没有WII，甚至在住的房子里没有一个电视，更大的变化是，我根本不再对自己不可能会买的主机抱有太大的热情（起码PS3还让我有买的冲动），就像我同样不会对新出的宝马Z4评头论足一样。但那时候和现在不一样。那时候我只有一个GBA SP和一个破烂DC，没有PS2，没有NDS，看着无数的百万大作也只能望着GAME HALO里的影像，一遍啧啧赞叹，一遍感叹自己没有出生在一个大款家里，活了10多年连个想玩的游戏都玩不到。当时这种质朴的想法每天都在我脑中徘徊，以至于变成了一种情调，更喜欢老一代的破游戏机。那个DC买的是二手的，如果不是因为GBA的屏幕实在太暗，可能都不会花更高的价钱买SP。那时候DC已经退出市场四五年了，正版的DC盘等同于废塑料，我还在红旗街地下买过一些，价格都是特别的便宜，15一张的SONIC ADVANCE2初回限定版，带金币那个。几乎是全新的，老板似乎也很高兴能把废塑料以15块钱的高价处理出去。或许他已经记不清了，但是我还是能想起几年前在他家那个电视前，盯着夏天人们身上的捍卫挤在人群中围观别人打太空频道5的画面。那些便宜到白送的DC正版经常让我回忆起自己的过去，回忆起那些游戏还个个身价数百元的时候，杂志后面的广告，正版游戏的广告，一排排3位数的定价，甚至还有樱大战BOX那种东西卖到4位数。我也很喜欢樱战，第一次玩是初一的五一长假，在家里的电脑上玩的4块钱一张的PC盗版。那年4月时候买过一本电软，封面是樱和艾丽卡，4代的图。01年3代刚出，人气不减当年，甚至接着4代让FANS们已经燃烧到了高潮。望着买不起而且就算有钱家长也不会让买的游戏机，我除了到欧亚去买一张1代的PC盗版还能做什么呢。好在是汉化的。

游戏机到了今天对我来说已经变成了另外一种东西，一种并不再高高在上的东西。想买就可以买，钱已经不是主要问题，倒是想要玩游戏那种急切的心情比小时候的零花钱还要难得。比如这次的新PS3出来之后，国内叫做薄板，我倒更感觉像个廉价版。外形难看的要死，更无法理解的是竟然从钢琴漆换回了磨砂面。这让曾经一度有冲动买个PS3+夏普32寸的我失望无比。我也不再吝惜对游戏机和厂商的批评，因为我自己也是一个实实在在的潜在消费者。但是却依然忘不了少年时代对游戏机的渴望，对新事物的渴望，仿佛手里握着手柄，我就可以通过电线离开那个贫穷东北平原上的二级城市，跑到一直在UCG封底登广告的宏龙GAME里去看看正版PS2游戏到底是什么样的……可能每个人都有那样的时代。我每次写到游戏相关的回忆，都试图把细节写到不能再详细，想让自己再一次沉浸在当时的气氛里，那种对外面世界，对新事物的渴望。那种心情总是让人心潮澎湃激动不已的。但，实际上到了一定的年龄，可能每个人都会顺理成章的去到外面的世界。可是怀着满心欢喜走出去的人们看到的是什么呢？早已飞上天的房价，相比能力和学历更看重户口本的招聘企业，渺茫的未来。连未来自己的一个家在哪都看不到，又怎么能想象出未来大厅地板上放着的那台PS4,PS5或者PS6？也就是从这时开始，焦虑代替了原本心中的遐想，现实压碎了游戏的心情。大概是这样吧，不再喜欢讨论游戏的细节了，因为打的游戏越来越少。很多人说长大后感觉游戏没有小时候有意思了，虽然悲伤，但却可能是无法避免的。即便一个人想玩，身边也不会再寻找到中小学时代那么多的玩伴了。所以像UCG编辑们那样在一个游戏的环境里生活，大概某种意义上比一般人要幸福吧。

昨天开始玩DQ9，主人公是个天使，为了收集人们的感激之情化作的灵气来让世界树结出果实，他在自己负责守护的村子里帮助别人，并且收集村民们的感谢之情。帮老奶奶找戒指，帮农夫收拾马粪，帮死去的人释放灵魂。我看到那简单无比的对白和小学一年级等级的助人为乐剧情，不由得说这也太弱智了点吧。但是转念一想，或许，游戏就应该是这样的。