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联合国大学招聘实习生
09Oct2009Always attracted by not be loved people,
I was discarded once by my best friend.
It was tough.
Again facing someone who seems to be mean,
I can still see a warm heart through her eyes.
At that momont, I consciously stretched out my hand to her,
keeping away from my world,
to be closer to the lonely hearts.
Once upon a time,
Agatha told me the greatest love is to love the ennemies. 07Oct2009Armed control, the topic of our today's event turns out to be an impressively interesting issue which would never have crossed my mind. The Midday Forum event of UNU was focusing on the NGO Oxfam's recent report on the call of an international Arm Trade Treaty (ATT), as an side event of Arm Control Conference of the 64th General Assembly of the United Nations. The theme itself is not that original since there are tons of initiatives of treaties or agreements on the non proliferation of nuclear weapons. However, the collaboration between an UN agency, who has more access to the policy makers' side, and an NGO which has more access to the people and the witnesses on the ground, brings fresh voices and substantial elements on the table to be discussed. The academic world really needs to work more closely with the NGOs who are the speakers for those people who do not necessarily have access to be heard. If the UNU wish to be the bridge between the academic world and the political realm, then more fresh voices should be brought to the policy makers, which seems to me the best way to make change happen. 06Oct2009The Saudi Arabic Reception was like a unu reunion out of the office. I was told not to dress too fansy but apparently, my dress was somehow too short. The food was delicious that I enjoyed a lot. I shaked hand with the Saudi Arabic Prince so I have accomplished my mission. I didn't do any social networking except for gossipping with my coworkers about the office. To succeed a professional career in an international organization like UN, I was told by an Italian JPO who works at DESA that two ideal profiles of person are strongly appreciated: either someone with a strong academic background in a specific area or someone having a lot of experiences on the ground in the developing countries. This statement seems so true to me according to my personal experience with the people and to my perception of being an international leader that this phrase is definiteley going to shape largely my professional plan for the future. I am giving some general judgement on americans: Good practioners but not necessarily the good thinker. The American way of working is focused on problem solving. This ultimate goal shapes the way how the they discuss and argue. They are always try to draw a conclusion at the end of a discussion or a paper. Contrary to the Americans, the Europeans are not a good practionners in the sense of problem solving because their way of thinking and argueing makes the problem becoming the more and more complex. The Europeans enjoy to the whole process of debate as in the period of Acient Greece. They start with a paradox or a problem and finish with a more sophisticated one. Both of the Americans and the Europeans love to question. However, the ultimate goal is completely different as well as the result. So from my point of view, the American bears the good practioners while as the Europeans are the great thinkers. I am not generalize my conclusion and exclusing the exceptions. This opposition Thinkers and Practioners bring me compare the evolution of social science (soft science) and science (hard sciences). The science breakthroughs are mostly driven by the problem solving mechanism such as in solving mathmetic problem. The evolution of social science is more unpredictable, in the sense of uncertainty of goals. The ultimate goals and the value of the social science is continuously be questioned and challenged. Moreover, the best answer of any kind of social sciences questions does not really exist. This major difference between the soft and the hard sciences makes it difficult to define which is the best way to contribute and accelerate the development of social sciences. Prizes and awards play a huge role as the impulsement of the progression of human knowledges. One example of the great role of competition and awards is Jean-Jacque Rousseau's idea of Social Contract which was born during the philosophic competition. My question is how to make the social sciences to contribute in the human development? General ideas about the Americans: to be continued on easily get offended and distanced, intercultural communication models (cake pie model and coconut model) My Theory of HappinessMy statement about depression as a general phenomenon in Europe and USA.
I have been familar with the word of depressed (deprimé in French) or depression as one of the first words I learned to integrate to the French society, as well as the word stressed out (stressé). It's a French way to say "hello" by saying "je suis stressé". Somehow, I didn't expect to meet depressed people in NY as I considered Europeans to be the most nostalogic countries in the world. However, I found out only this week, after two months aventures in NY, that depression is completely globalized in the sense that it is not a speciality reserved only for the europeans, but also the americans.. I could help but wonder: why so many people are depressed?
I have two general conclusions and hypothesis (to be modest):
In this modern world, two kinds of people can feel depressed.
- Those who do not have hope: which means that people cannot expect their future to be better than the present. It can be easily proved in an european context that the babyboom generation (those who were born just after the World War II, about my parents' generation in Europe) is considered the golden period (1945-1975). Those who were born after 1975 are somehow disfavored by the economic slowdown in Europe. The generation of my age in Europe can never expect a better life than their parents'. There is no wonder that no hope is worse than no bread.
- Those who don't FEEL being loved. I insist much on the word FEEL is because people don't usually feel happy not only because they are not loved but also they are not aware of the fact that they are surrounded by love. Europe and USA like most developed countries are caraterized by individualistic society. The notion of family in France is very limited in a very small circle between the couple. Whenever the children are becoming grownups, they would try to build their own family without having a tight relationship with their parents. While as in United States, a lot of people are so workaholic that they devote themselves and all of their passion to their career that sometimes to be a family member is a secondary job. Emotions are just neglected by an extremely functional vision of life.
According to my theory of happiness, I am not going to be depressed, not because I have crappy parents to be easily surpassed but I am always driven by hope and love which I have so much to share with you. 4Oct2009I had a wonderful Saturday. I hanged out alone late around noon.. I visited this amazing museum called Asia Society where I participated an indian dance performance with live band indian music. It was terrific! I appreciated so much. And there is this wonderful inside garden court cafe restaurant to sit and eat on the first floor. I sat there like for about two hours, having my asian noodle plate and a hot pot of Fuji green tea with papaya and pineapple flavors, with the last week's economist in hand till around 4:30 pm. Then I visited the gallery of Pakistan Contemporary Artists exhibition on the second floor. And a terrific gallery of hand crafts of Magnolia theme of an japanese artist on the 3rd floor. I had a very quick tour in the Indian 13th centuries bronze gallery on which I am not big passion. I finished my tour in the Asia Society by hanging around in its gift shop where I can find wonderful novels all over the asian countries such as Afganistan, Iran, Mongolia, India, Buhtan that I can hardly find them in ordinary bookstore.. They also have a various choices on exotic and fine hand crafts such as hairs pins,jeweries, tea sets, scarfs, and littles pockets or purses, furnitures.. I end up buying nothing but treasuring the wonderful moment that I spent there, being alone and rich. However I do spend my time as well as my money by shopping at the Daffy's, the gorgeous place I found out by talking to a random lady in the subway one day with Allie. Only newyorkers shop there while as tourists shop at the macy's.. I do find an made-in-Italy black classic winter dress for the easily chilly person like me. On the way home, I found a beautiful pair of flat shoes by walking by on the Lexington street near the 57th street, very newyorker style which I would never buy in Paris. "People (women according to me) dress in different style according to where they are!" Roberta (my Italian landlord) has pointed out in such an sensitive way one day with who I shared absolutement the same feeling according to my personal experience. I do dress differently when I am in Shanghai, in Paris or in New York. A classic way of dressing for a parisienne is slim jean, ballerins, fully leather hand made bags, a lit bit vintage, long hair on the shoulder and black jacket or coat. While as a typical Newyorker girl will definitely have high heels, colorful feet nails usually vivid red, a chanel bag and a vivid colored dress or high waist skirt, heavy make up of course. An easy way to distinguish between a Parisienne and a Newyorker is to find if there is any accessory such as a purse, a pin or necklace or rings or whatever shines. If the answer is yes, then she is a Newyorker, if not, then Parisienne. Just like that easy! I will say Newyorker style is more catchy but less elegant than European style. I enjoy avoid falling into the mainstream fashion either in Paris or in NY. I try to dress more colorful dresses when I was in Paris while as more black classic dresses when I am in NY. How am I in Shanghai? You may tell much well than me.. I really don't know how to catagorize myself. Anyway, I am just so proud of myself whenever I go shopping. I enjoy so much shopping by my own. Eventually, I had a most casual saturday with so much fun especially ending up receiving a big box from my parents with winter closes that I treasure so much. Taipingyang has repaired wonderfully my boots of Maxmara bought in Italy four years ago. They made much better than the French Cordonnier, thank god I didn't send them to the French.. Next time, I would love to go to the Rubin Musuem with J. He must be very excited that I bring him to discover the Himalayan cultures and arts (www.rmanyc.org). I thank Roberta as my art guide in New York. My serious weekend plan just fell apart. Tomorrow I am going to brunch at Renato's place. I will try to free myself from social networking at 3pm.. Some notes of the day: - I discovered that a UN staff P2 level earn 70000 dollars a year. - I am not a party animal for sure. - I love the location of my appartment. - No alcohol but I am a potential workaholic 3Oct2009Yesterday night, I called my grand parent's home to wish them a happy national holiday! I talked to Auntie and Gufu and my uncle "the policeman". He suggested me writing my experience down as he thought that it may be interesting for others to read one day.. I didn't take it seriously although I said ok on the phone. Then today when I was showering 5 minutes ago, I told myself, why not? I was afraid of expose myself too much to the public in order to keep private my personnal experienc. However, writing them down can keep a record for myself as I may wish to track my personnal trajectory one day as I always enjoy having a dairy notebook wherever I travel. Today as usual I left home at 9:20 to arrive before 9:30 at the office. I felt sick as my nose keeps leaking. Yesterday, Jin informed me and Na that some chinese work for the UN suggested a gathering in a Chinese restaurant nearby on 48th street Lexington to celebrate the Chinese National Holiday as well as the Mid Automn Festival. These days, Mom called me very often as she has some daughter-sick especially during special occasions. As I am far away, I didn't feel that home sick but still kind of feel bad about myself being so far from my parents as they are getting old. Anyway, some emotions come up and down as the weather in New York. Ironically, when everyone is celebrating the 60th anniversary of foundation of People's Republic of China, a friend of mine who I met in the delegate lounge of the UN from Germany told me that he is invited to go to the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. Why the world is so ideologically so opposite still as 20 years ago? What's the meaning of celebration? I feel myself awkward as if I were invited, I would participate both of them without feeling unfaithfulness. As Renato suggested me to go with Alexey, I went to this place called Delegate Lounge inside of the UN Secretariat Building for the fifth or maybe the sixth time. I had such a different feeling as I went there for the first time. I was so intimidate considering that every person sitting in the lounge are either diplomats or high level UN staffs. Today, I was so at my easure that I made the espanic bar tender offer me a drink for free. Renato, Alexey and I were standing outside facing towards the long island, talking about personal preference about meeting witty or heart warm people. Both of them were trying to justify that they preferred witty partner than people who are just kind. I am, personnaly, more leaning to someone who are kind from the deepest heart than someone who knows how to game a life. I was telling J on the phone this afternoon that I had no plan for the moment for this weekend. Just after that, tomorrow I went to the delegate lounge without planning to go. Tomorrow afternoon at 1:00 to 1:45 pm at Asia Society, a Indian festival and art performance will take place on Park ave. I wish I could make it.. It seems to be fun. On the program, there is even a Tabla learning program after the art performance. Plus, it will be fun to discover this organization by attending one of their events. Oh, also brunch at Renato's place sunday morning. I haven't decide what to bring to his place yet. One thing for sure, I am not the person who would bring a bottle of red wine, maybe white..who knows? One thing is worthy to write it down, Roberta showed me one recipe of making a healthy dessert at home: Beet Yogart - Beets powder - Greek Yogart (my favorite type of yogart, beside the vanilla yogart of Perla, hum...) - Lemon juice - Lemon zests (I would suggest to use organic lemon zests as I always put into my rasberry cheese cake) One phrase to share with you for today according to an interesting article in NY times about China and Japan: Japan is going to be the Switzerland of Asia, rich and comfortable, but forgotten by the rest of the world. One book on my hand right now: Misha Glenny's Mc Mafia, A journey through the Global Criminal Underworld This weekend's plan Casually: Go to Madeleine on 23 street for brunch, macaron + quiche, go see the Indian performance at 1pm, then go shopping on the upper east side (ask for Luna the vintage shops' address), Sunday noon, brunch at Renato's place. Seriously: job research, make phone calls and write emails back, organize J's coming, book the airplane ticket for thanks giving, continue my research on Global Schools of Public Policy, read Economics (since such a long time it slept in my purse..) I don't even have any plan for sport, too bad.. 太太-我爱你，永远……爱不会因为生命的消逝而不再延续， 肉体的消灭会让灵魂的永恒显得尤为突出。 爱是被传递的， 太太给过我的爱和力量是上帝赐予她的， 在她身上我看到上帝的存在，我相信了上帝的存在， 希望上帝与她永远同在， 伴随她在这一刻获得灵魂的永生。 她虽然走了，但她的精神却变得无处不在。 她虽然离开了，但她的心灵却离我更近了。 她虽然永远地闭上了眼睛，但她那双微笑的眼睛将无时无刻地注视着我，关爱着我，指引着我。 她爱天主，她的生命轨迹是她拥抱上帝的最好见证。
亲爱的太太，
你给我带来过无穷的力量和温暖， 它们将永存于我的生命中， 但愿你平静地离开， 回到那个永远被你爱戴着的主身边。
为你祈祷的妮尕  （图为一年前她吃我25岁的生日蛋糕） 太太，名蔡哲，奶奶的姑妈，单身，从未结婚，享年99岁。 一辈子忠诚于主，曾为此坐牢。 年轻时剪短发，穿西裤，开车，抽烟，弹一手好钢琴。日语，法语，英语流利。 后自己改名，决定终身不嫁，把自己托付给上帝。 她一直微笑，在她眼中我看到的是上帝。 我爱她就像爱自己一样。 请你们为她祈祷。 I continue my journey of lifeListening Barbra Streisand aboard in the Boeing 117 to Paris from a place which called Home, I’m taping my laptop to feel my heart beating which stops me from sleeping in the comfortable flight chair of the business class. This time will be Different, I said to myself, from the other two times. I want to Change, or return to who I really am. Feel more, give more, and love more. I tried. I tried to be someone I admire to be. I suffered. I suffered not to be a person who I am not. It is worthy. It is called life. Slow down a little bit, more often I will hear myself speaking. I will hear more tears, more cries, and more sighs. If so, there will be less of those.
I appreciate my journey, my Wonderful journey in my Home. I surely will come back again. My heart is fulfilled again with warming memories, of my families, of my dear friends. Be brave outside, because someone will listen to my cries silently here, there, and everywhere. “Wherever will you be, remember, there are always two pairs of eyes are watching you and taking care of you.”- Mom wrote in a family Charter to me.
With prays, I will go through the jungles even lost sometimes. Favor myself some personal meditations which won’t let me rich outside but inside. If searching for something called faith is just the beginning, it makes me feel much happier than waiting still. “The strongest is spilling over loves which the heart has too much that it cannot hold anymore.” – Once upon a time, Papa and I, walking home late in night, hand in hand.
How about the world? Can someone save the world? Joke! Some will tease me. I still believe though, until some day in the future… Am I still trying? The answer is, I don’t know， But, I will. 农民工到底该不该从哪里来回哪里去？回国见闻两三事：
农民工返城，农民工失业，农民工问题，似乎成为了金融危机在国内的第一个立竿见影的直接受害者。在看看身边，每天的生活无时无刻都有农民工伴随的影子。从在家每天打扫卫生的阿姨到出租车的插头司机，从整天露天作业的民工到餐馆的服务员小姐，从宜佳门口的搬运工到买卖废品回收的小夫妻……几乎所有能够想到的上海人不愿意做的活但又和改善生活质量息息相关的工作都被农民工给包了。说到底，城市人口的生活是靠这些农民工改善的，提高的。但话又说回来，又有很多人说，外地人把很多竞争岗位给抢走了，公司企业的高层越来越多被外地人给占去了。这类人群似乎不在我今天讨论的范围之内，因为他们属于外地高等技术人才，和我所谓处在社会边缘的农民工的地位相去甚远。总之，在《财经》网上看到的农民工到底是返乡还是回城的议论，我不想在这提出一个解决方案，只是希望作为一个养生处优的上海人，应该在议论类似事件时应抱有一个相对客观的立场，不要一味用鄙视的目光和排外的情绪，抹煞了农民工对上海经济发展所做出的巨大贡献。就好比在国外，华人打工潮被受到排挤的时候，民族情绪就会情不自禁的涌上来一样。上海人一向高傲蛮横冷漠的脾气该改改了，别光指着外国人的鼻子骂，自己有时候该先照照镜子。
插头司机
据说如今在沪的插头司机当中，外地来的司机不允许开车，除非是开黑车，这没得说。原因是出租车公司遇到过外地人开着车逃走的情形，于是如今越来越多的崇明岛的农民来沪争抢出租车这个职位。出租车司机一个月的工资仅2000到3000元不等，做一天休息一天。出租车司机被骂得时候比被赞的时候多得多，碰不碰就是乘客投诉，车队礼仪抽查，停车违规驾驶被罚款。据说，巴士出租车的车队是不是得会抽查司机的礼貌用语，"你好","请不要忘记随身携带的物品"，“再见"， 如果漏说一个字，就罚100元，所以少说一个你好得罚200。还有出租车司机经常会遭到乘客蛮横不讲理，比如硬要上五名乘客，或者路口被叫车违规载客，不停车不载5名乘客要被投诉拒载，甚至被人身威胁，咋车窗损坏车的事情屡有发生。看似轻松的活其实很不讨好。
餐馆服务员
一天工作12个小时，每个星期休息一天，一个月1200的收入，要陪笑脸，整天站着，随时随地招呼客人。更不用说那些洗碗，清洁的活，他们统统包下来。
不管是插头司机，餐馆服务员，家政阿姨还是修马路的工人，大都和家人相隔甚远。时常是夫妻两人一起出来打工，女的作家政营业员或服务员，男的做体力活或是开车算是体面的了。孩子留在老家念书。赚的钱去掉基本生活费主要是为了给孩子读书用。他们医疗保障几乎没有，回去种田又不赚钱，化肥饲料拖拉机播种机等等费用扣除盈余无几。在农村如今混得好的只有那些做官的，贪污受贿的能把自己养的白白嫩嫩的。再加上粮食收成和天气因素影响关系较大，收入很不稳定，像一般家里有地的，租给别人种，一亩才租个200元。
一些小体会：
中国2008年农民工总数约为1.32亿人，占全国人口的10%。 再加上56%的农村人口，中国人10个里有6到7个还是农村户籍。
这些农民工要是返回农村，会大大增大农村就业压力。问农民，他们认为最有助于农村发展的是什么？他们回答，工业，如果一个农村有了工业，那么农村就能富起来。
中国的农村能耕地的地方越来越少，越来越多的人选择养猪而不是种粮食，因为盈利高。中国人口越来越多，耕地面积越来越少，以后粮食供应越来越依赖于出口，粮食安全问题成为越来越显著的问题。农村发达才是真正的富强，弃农从商只能带来短时间内的脱贫。城市化的种种弊端也日渐凸现，希望“三农”问题能真正的解决中国农村和农民工问题。
农民工的定义：
以种田出家，由于城市化进程的推进，进城打工没有城市户口但长期居住在城镇的以打散工为生的农民工人。性质是外来人口，没有城镇户口，打零工，生活保障相对不稳定的群体。
百度上给出的定义如下：
农民工是指具有农村户口身份而在城镇务工的劳动者，它兼有农民与工人二者的双重身份，主要指在第二、第三产业中务工的农民，其特征有三：一是持有农村户口，但在城市、乡镇企事业单位工作；二是拥有农村土地承包经营权，而以在城镇务工所得为主要谋生手段及生活来源；三是工作生活居所不稳定具有流动性，其生活工作居住总是随着务工场所的变化而改变。
天涯上给的定义如下：
一是在地域上从农村向城市、从欠发达地区向较发达地区的流动；
二是在职业上从农业向工商服务等非农产业的流动； 三是在阶层上从低收入的农业劳动者阶层向比其高的职业收入阶层流动。 农民工的数量：
上海：
上海统计局最新的人口抽样调查数据显示，2007年以来，沪农民工总数达到403万人，其中在野人数391万，就业率达到97，1：。
2007年，上海外来人口660万人，其中来沪农民工达到403万人，占61%。
2007年，上海常住人口达到1858万人。
千里之外千里之外的我，
想回家，
曾经号啕大哭吓坏了电话线那头的爸妈，
如今开始倒数异乡的日子……
打包整理自己在巴黎好不容易精心搭建起来的一个家，
有一万个舍不得……
圣心教堂的护庇，凯旋门左佑。
单身过的滋味既甘又涩，
还会后会有期吗？
夜巴黎的雨寂寞地下着，
以过午夜，
点着桌灯，
有Jay的歌声我并不孤单。
奔波了，奋斗了，算是对得起自己了。
我赌今天最喜欢的一门课考完了，三个小时的考试，我又扬扬洒洒地写了足足8页纸。
两个题目里面选一个:
1) L'Asie, terre de conquête ou de remise en question pour la démocratie politique?
2) L'économie politique, producteur d'ordre et de désordre au plan régional en Asie.
我毫不犹豫地选了第一个，其实我第一眼就瞄上了他。
第二个问题说实话没有一个字看不懂，但就是看不懂它的意思，不明白它要我写什么。
今天把自己带到博客里面，不是为了说自己怎么怎么写的，而是写完之后的生活发生一些小变化。
我问自己，这会不会是我人生最后的一次考试?
虽说从小到大，考场经验积累了不少，但是到了这儿之后，越来越恐惧考试。
昨天晚上自己紧张的睡不着，半夜一点半起床吃山羊奶酪加烤面包和枫叶汁。
活活一口气吞下了四片面包，两点过后，回到床上，才算是倒头睡着。
今天一早九点钟考试，十二点从考场出来，和朋友们一起去了大学食堂吃饭。
吃晚饭，走在大街上，没有半点的兴奋，看到橱窗上再一次疯狂减价，一点购物欲望都没有。
不经意的在过往人烟的橱窗里瞄到了自己那副憔悴的脸，
发现自己一点血色都没有，似乎还带着熊猫眼圈，我对自己说，我把自己整惨了，我真的累了。
我喜欢现在的生活，只是喜欢，没有到热爱的程度。
因为这不是我想要的生活。我热爱我学习的一切，但仅有知识和思考不是一个完整的生活。
我曾经梦想过今天的生活，如今我得到了，但我并不快乐。
现在独立单身充满理想的生活，得到了之后发现亲情是那么的可贵。
出国把我改变了，抑或是说我把自己改变了，
为了梦想而勉强改变自己，很痛，很痛。委屈自己是做真正的我吗？
改变自己是违背了自己的本性么？
我做到了自己曾经不敢奢求的事，我要的自我满足感我拥有了。
大学毕业后的我似乎并不自信。
我从家人身边到世界的另一端发生了质变，什么是我，我的心到底在哭还在笑？
我发现自己永远不可能得到自己心目中完美的生活。
我要的生活似乎看上去很简单，但似乎远非出手可及。
我要的似乎从来没有停留在原地过，
就好像每当我打开一道看似属于自己梦想的大门时，另一扇门在不远处向我招手。
到底什么时候我会对那一扇门说，我不想知道你会带我去哪，我也不再好奇，我觉得我拥有的一切都已经足够了，
人生需要打开无数扇门之后才能让自己领悟到自己到底要什么样的生活？
谁能告诉我人生共有几扇门？别太少，也别太多，行不？
哪一天下一扇门的钥匙我不再需要了？
我要什么，我心里清楚，我可以用简单的几句话去概括它。
我要人性美，追求，正义。
但存在这样的生活么？答案似乎是否定的。
不是我悲观，而是我不愿意妥协。
我挣扎，因为我还年轻，
我如果那么轻言放弃，那么年轻就是一种罪过。
轻言放弃和绝不妥协的结果是一样的，因为梦想永远与现实是有距离的。
我似乎需要花更多时间去让自己相信这句话。
时间到底需要多长？25岁显然还太早，35岁不算晚，45岁可能差不多了。
我玩得起这场人生的赌博么，我的赌注是什么？
我每过十岁，加上的赌注是翻倍再翻倍？
可能有一天，我会倾家荡产，谁知道哪一天我会不会把一辈子赔进去？
赔进去又如何？如果是为了梦想，梦想不是无价的么？
为什么我会问自己那么多的问题?为什么有些人没有那么多问题照样活得很自在很充实？
我的问题出在哪里了？
我所经历的，每个人或多或少都会经历么？
每个人都在赌么？
不赌的人幸福么?
赌输了会怎么样？
是不是人生这个赌场，只有输的份？
诸氏美食响应乐乐的号召，给大家一些过年能招待客人的西餐菜谱，半发明半抄袭。
牛油果芒果虾仁色拉（忘了有没有给过）
配料：一个橙，三个牛油果，两只大芒果，一斤到一斤半虾仁，葱，姜，芡粉，蛋白，酒，盐，胡椒。
是我最钟情的色拉，因为自己特爱吃虾仁。
操作起来很简单，不知道城市超市或者瑞金还有东方超市下面有没有买牛油果，买的时候很有讲究，要轻轻挤压一下外壳，如果外壳给你感觉硬的像石头，那么这个牛油果你要是想当晚招待客人的话恐怕就不行了，要至少等它变得熟一点，估计一两个星期左右。如果牛油果轻轻压几下，觉得好像有点软，那就正好了。当然也不能太软，否则就太烂了。
拨开牛油果的技巧：牛油果中间有一个硬壳，要在外面十字纵向破四刀，然后像拨柚子那样把外面一层拨下来，不过那皮厚程度还是不能和柚子比。然后切成小块。挤少许橙汁在其表面，以免牛油果氧化变黑。同样方法拨开芒果，但是为了把芒果切成一块一块的小丁，需要一定的技巧。首先找到核横宽的方向，尽量沿着核扁的边缘那一圈用刀划开，这样就有两面了。然后分别在各面划刀印成块，它们就会很容易保持形状而掉落下来了。好像很难解释清楚……
最后的步骤是虾仁。先用各种方法使虾仁沥干，表面也最好不要有水迹。然后翻入蛋清，轻轻顺着一个方向翻几下，一直到蛋清出现小泡沫。然后准备油锅，油7分烫，煸炒葱姜末，放少许酒，然后放入虾仁，轻轻翻炒几下，在立即准备半碗水和一勺芡粉搅拌均匀后，倒入锅中，看几乎没有什么液体剩下的话就对了。不要让虾仁少太久，很容易流失水分，看颜色差不多熟了，就可以捞起来了。
最后就是把牛油果，芒果，虾仁拌在一起就算大功告成了。如果有一些薄荷叶子绞碎了点缀一下，色香味会更好，如果没有，牛油果的绿，芒果的桔色，加上虾仁的粉色，会很好看的。
下一次分享的菜谱是：椰桔咖喱鸡，署片饺子开胃菜……
喜欢过年的忧郁不是再为倒计时而疯狂的自己却越来越依恋过年的忧郁，
放下一切任性的让感情放纵，不管是忧郁还是怀念。
平日里不敢让思绪这么随处乱逛心底里的每一个角落，
怕自己会承受不起那些内心的余波……
回想起自己以前的一些在大学中学里做过的傻事，坏事，丢脸的事……
回想起自己以前那些疯狂的不顾一切的感觉，为感情义无反顾地自己……
回想起自己彻夜和你们出去唱歌唱到精疲力尽的躺在KTV沙发上昏睡的自己……
回想起自己彻夜站在宿舍阳台上打电话达到天亮自己……
回想起每次一出去吃夜宵就吃到三更半夜才回宿舍发现被所在外面的自己……
回想起自己穿着睡衣却丝毫没有睡意的和你们聊夜话聊感情聊女孩之间的私密话……
回想起自己放着煽情歌曲在电脑面前写下心里的悄悄话……
只有过每年的最后一天，最后一天的那个晚上才会有这种氛围。才会容忍这种感情的泛滥……
Samuel P Huntington逝世 《文明的冲突与世界秩序的重建》作者，为此纪念 不知从何时起开始用一种发自内心的感受去敬仰那些“伟大的人”。但当我在南方周末上得知Samuel P.Huntington的去世，让我突然有一种为此哀悼的心情。《周末》说，由于加沙被轰的消息导致各大报纸媒体都把Huntington教授的去世一笔带过，实为可惜。 对Huntington教授的感情比较莫名，但原子与三处： 其一，最早是听爸爸说起他和说起他的著作《文明的冲突与世界秩序的重建》，他对Huntington教师对现代世界格局的评判表示肯定。认为自冷战以后，世界意识形态格局的斗争转向由主要文明和宗教等冲突为具体表现。 其二，以巴黎政治学院SciencesPo及巴黎索邦大学的政治学和国际关系学领衔的法国学术界，几乎一面倒的对Huntington的论文进行严厉的批评。认为Huntington的论文把复杂的多极化的世界格局过于简单化了，在每一种所谓的文化主流和宗教主流背后，其实隐藏着更多的对立和分裂。不管是所谓的拉丁美洲文化，或者是伊斯兰教为主国家，或者是以亚洲为核心的儒家，更何况看似和谐的以欧洲与美洲为一体的西方国家。正因为这种前所未有的对一名学者的论文如此关注和批判的程度，让我对他的论文开始越来越感兴趣。 其三，在一次纯属巧合的谈话中，让我突然发现自己对于世界格局的看法慢慢趋向于Huntington的论文观点。就在某一次与Precicia（印度尼西亚人)的一次有关亚洲文化的特殊性以及此特殊性对政治体制的影响的谈话中，突然我们不约而同地谈到了Huntington的观点。我们谈了一个所谓的亚洲社会对一个政治体制的要求和期待与一个所谓的西方社会的期待的不同点，和参与政治的方式的不同点展开了激烈的辩论。随后得出类似于Huntington文明之间的差异从某种程度书决定了政治运作方式和政府与社会之间的特殊关系的不同，其最终结果便是冷战后世界格局的重建。 但惭愧的是，至今没有拜读过这本著作，因此能做的评价也只是浅层次的，但这本好书我确实觉得值得推荐给大家。 窝心后的静心 又一次，你们让我眼角湿润了。 我真的感到有你们那么远的为我祈福是多么窝心的一件事。 我在凯旋门附近有个小家，不大，但你们要是过来，床肯定是有的。 我现在内心挣扎的事很简单，每一次反反复复迷失后，回到原点，问自己到底要什么？ 这个在我生命中问过无数次的问题，千方百计挖空心思找答案，曾经以为自己找到答案。 从少年无知想要做女强人，到青年虚荣心作祟要搞什么服装设计，到后来小资情节搞怪要成为策展人。 这些职业本身都是崇高无尚的。但动机却是幼稚的…… 如今到了什么状态呢？雄心壮志的对自己说——想要拯救世界。 从小一起篮球打大的弟弟听了觉得姐姐在说天方夜谭。 说到底，我忧国忧民啊。 听上去富丽堂皇，可是背后窟窿百出，怎么填怎么改还得好好当学问去研究。 我想自己不算烂吧，栋梁之材还算不上么至少这份心还是有的。 能为祖国做些什么不至于那么难吧。 呵，偏偏，这个真真正正的爱国不是件容易的事， 国家要不要我还是一回事，谁说想贡献的人就那么容易能贡献了？ 我学到如今，本以为自己能脱胎换骨的作一个作学问者，未然。自己从小积累的知识浅薄，底子太薄。 自从来了巴黎，才知道什么是天外有天，山外有山。在国内自信满满的，到了国外却一直被撵在底层水平。 我哪怕是长了8条腿，8个脑袋，在短时间里也是难以找回自己在欧美政治学术界的一点点信心。 话又说回来，干啥要和国外人比，不是自找没趣么？别人是别人，自己是自己啊。 但要是身边那些学术底子深厚的人将来都要为自己的国家作贡献时，在看看自己的国家，贪官们都逃到欧洲享清福了， 有几个人真真正正在为国作贡献啊，我就是他妈的急啊。 说到底，自己就是想要活得有价值。 当日渐探究政治学之后发现政治不是万能的。 但政治的力量因人因地而发挥着不同的作用。 有一点是显而易见的： 即使在绝大多数自由民主国家中，政治在人类进程中的作用开始受到自由社会群体及个人的挑战， 但在中国这样一个政治因素无处不在的环境中，政治工具在社会进程和发展中是不可分割的核心力量。 于是，力量和战略的聚焦中心便自然而然的集中在这一点上。 扯得有点远了， 说实在一点， 什么样的情况下， 自己的价值能得到最大程度上的回报？ 自上而下的改革似乎插不上脚，或者说有太多不稳定的因素， 自下而上的改革似乎不见天日，权利地位决定一切。 于是迷茫便产生了。 有时候想想， 干么那么自命不凡， 做个普通的老板姓安安稳稳过日子不就得了。 活得那么累干嘛？ 贱人和一般人区别是自己给自己找麻烦。 麻烦多了，觉得还是做个庸人吧。 作了庸人又觉得不甘心，好像活得太没勇气了。 这人生路要到底怎么走下去…… 梦想是个折磨人的东西从外表看，不会让人觉得自己徘徊在迷茫的边界。 但让我觉得恐惧的是，梦寐以求的梦想似乎离我越来越远。 梦想，不是物化的某个名牌学校，摆阔的说Sciences Po算什么？ 只能作为一种实现梦想的途径而已。但上了这艘远洋船，彼岸要怎么去，还要看舵怎么摆。 本以为自己前进的方向是朝着彼岸；突然之间，船迷失在茫茫大海中不知去向。 我到底算不算是勇敢的人？有没有勇气行驶一条探险家的航线？ 沿路风景不会很壮观，可能气候状况恶劣的多，不仅会有海盗，更有触礁的危险。 可能一去就不复返了。 但好奇心，好胜心，好强心的驱使，想要探个究竟什么是真正意义上的探险。 这一走就是两年，靠自己独当一面，懂得生活的代价。 包袱和责任也随着年龄的递增与日沉重起来，消磨着自命不凡的闯劲。 当初离开家的时候口口声声说，不是为了涂金，是为了探寻真谛。 自己的雄心壮志让自己脱胎换骨地变成四眼。 小资生活才不放在眼里呢---庸人的寄生虫。 收起风帆，低调生活，以书作伴。 倘若风平浪静，还平安无事；一旦风浪大起，船体便开始失衡了。 学校、家两点一线，生活的支撑点萎缩成两点，自己是谁也不知道了。 自信心没有了，友情缩水了，亲情淡漠了，船头摸不着北了。 我哭了。 这才发现清高是多么让自己累得一件事。可是人贱怪谁？ 乱涂还是决定上来乱涂乱画两笔，
来美国呆在这个咪咪一朵朵的小城Blackburg的感觉很复杂。
我只是觉得出国读书的感觉还是比较痛苦的，不管目的地是哪，Fr或US。
如果出国旅游，不带着任何压力的闲逛，这种感觉会好很多。
对美国有很多值得抱怨的地方，每天吃垃圾食品，甜品。
巧克力里面几乎没有可可粉，真不明白为什么管他们叫巧克力，明明只有糖和牛奶还有咖啡色的东西。
在美国的小城镇没有车简直就是残废人一个，公共交通很不方便的。
自从来了美国以后，开始痛恨吃自助餐，每天都去学校自助，自助到自己无助，撑得无能为力。
像我这种那么能吃得家伙看到自助餐就不能自己，即使是垃圾食品，所以很难想象自己怎么会不长胖。
但是美国确实有很多方面深深地吸引着我，尤其是那些我在法国无法找到的感觉。
人人平等。
我感觉到自己不被视作是外国人，但在巴黎我一直觉得被视作外国人对待。
人很友善。
美国人很有耐心，非常热心，只要有什么需要帮助的地方，他们都会不厌其烦。
人很直率。
美国人想什么说什么，喜欢就直截了当的说，不喜欢也会太白的表达自己的想法。
生活很简单。
每个人埋头做自己该做的工作，不花太多时间想不切实际的事，不夸夸其谈。
人很幽默。
美国人爱讲笑话，这是一种积极乐观的生活态度的映射。
世界大舞台
世界各地的精英都云集在这里。美国是吸引人才的地方，为所有有才华的人提供舞台的地方。有本事的，都可以来这里一展身手。
但还是要说几句闲话，
美国人穿得品味实在是不敢恭维。
他们似乎对美对艺术的品味比起欧洲人很不一样。
我现在开始慢慢被巴黎视为艺术之都的美誉而信服。
但我自从来了美国之后，
感到自己在短短两年内被欧化的比较严重，
洋洋说，我对美国人的看法和很多法国人还有很多英国的想法很像。
这一点我无从比较，
但有一点，我发现自己很容易和这边的欧洲朋友打交道，
大家互相之间共同语言很多，而且比较有默契。
为什么拥有那么多却还悲伤不知为何如此悲伤，我告诉自己不要那么贪婪。被SciencePo录取，来美国读英语，却被硕士论文缠身，搞得我筋疲力尽。
我想回家，回上海的家。我觉得我在失去原来的自己。我找不到一点踪影。
我想回到自己从前的家，从前的学校，从前生活过的地方，找到原来的自己。
我开始容易变得悲伤，感受到自己原来是那么脆弱。成功背后的自己却让自卑心慢慢滋长。
我想念从前的生活，从前简单的生活。我似乎已经走上了一条没有回头路的征途。
我想念你们大家，只想和你们说说话，说说话就好。
只是愿望而已……
C'est TOUT fini!C'est trop bien. Mon année est terminée. Adieux les examens!
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