今天看到这个油管，我的目标是从明天起开始为我自己做这件事。争取能不再需要吃药。
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
初雪
今天起来，门外铺了一层薄薄的白雪，这是今年冬天的第一场雪。
昨晚和家里通了电话，爸爸的精神有所好转，我的心情也随之好了许多。最让人鼓舞的是他说在他心里，他知道他能度过这个难关。回想他上次来我这里，还能在打太极的时候高抬腿半分钟之久，那时他已经79岁了。愿神亲自带领保守爸爸！
昨晚和家里通了电话，爸爸的精神有所好转，我的心情也随之好了许多。最让人鼓舞的是他说在他心里，他知道他能度过这个难关。回想他上次来我这里，还能在打太极的时候高抬腿半分钟之久，那时他已经79岁了。愿神亲自带领保守爸爸！
Saturday, December 03, 2011
In God We Trust
Got a devastating news about my father this morning. All morning I don't know what to think, what to hope. On the way back from Ms T's piano class, a car cut in in front of me. It has a bumper sticker -“In God We Trust". It's a reminder that I need. I repeated it again and again to myself all day long until I have peace in my mind.
I will entrust my father to God.
I will entrust my father to God.
Friday, December 02, 2011
记忆与时间
最近在读Moonwalking with Einstein, 读到一些有意思的片断。
Memory and Time (P75 - P77)
"The psychological time, the tempo at which we experience lift's passage. Time as a mental construct..By remembering more, by providing my life with more chronological landmarks, by making myself more aware of time's passage."
"The more we pack our lives with memories, the slower time seems to fly."
"Our lives are structured by our memories of events... We remember events by positioning them in time relative to other events. Just as we accumulate memories of facts by integrating them into a network, we accumulate life experiences by integrating them into a web of other chronological memories. The denser the web, the denser the experience of time."
"Monotony collapse time; novelty unfolds it... Creating new memories stretches out psychological time, and lengthen our perception of our lives."
William James wrote in his Principles of Psychology in 1890: "In youth we may have an absolutely new experience, subjective or objective, every hour of the day. Apprehension is vivid, retentiveness strong, and our recollections of that time, like those of a time spent in rapid and interesting travel, are of something intricate, multitudinous and long-drawn-out. But as each passing year converts some of this experience into automatic routine which we hardly note at all, the days and the weeks smooth themselves out in recollection to contentless units, and the years grow hollow and collapse."
I remember Sylvia Plath wrote in Bell Jar as a young college girl she envisioned her life as endless lightposts that stretch beyond the end of a road, between which nothing has happened. I had the same feeling after graduated from college, the newly settled life then was uncharacteristic to say the least. In a sense, the decision of coming to US was a desperate effort to construct my life in a more meaningful way.
Memory and Time (P75 - P77)
"The psychological time, the tempo at which we experience lift's passage. Time as a mental construct..By remembering more, by providing my life with more chronological landmarks, by making myself more aware of time's passage."
"The more we pack our lives with memories, the slower time seems to fly."
"Our lives are structured by our memories of events... We remember events by positioning them in time relative to other events. Just as we accumulate memories of facts by integrating them into a network, we accumulate life experiences by integrating them into a web of other chronological memories. The denser the web, the denser the experience of time."
"Monotony collapse time; novelty unfolds it... Creating new memories stretches out psychological time, and lengthen our perception of our lives."
William James wrote in his Principles of Psychology in 1890: "In youth we may have an absolutely new experience, subjective or objective, every hour of the day. Apprehension is vivid, retentiveness strong, and our recollections of that time, like those of a time spent in rapid and interesting travel, are of something intricate, multitudinous and long-drawn-out. But as each passing year converts some of this experience into automatic routine which we hardly note at all, the days and the weeks smooth themselves out in recollection to contentless units, and the years grow hollow and collapse."
I remember Sylvia Plath wrote in Bell Jar as a young college girl she envisioned her life as endless lightposts that stretch beyond the end of a road, between which nothing has happened. I had the same feeling after graduated from college, the newly settled life then was uncharacteristic to say the least. In a sense, the decision of coming to US was a desperate effort to construct my life in a more meaningful way.
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