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One of the less brilliant Hugh Grant movies (of which there are numerous), featuring memorable dialogues such as the following:

Woman: Your skin is so white. I want to be white too. But it's not possible, is it?

Hugh Grant: Maybe with some powder?

The character, an English engineer trapped in India, is possibly the least suitable role for the posh Hugh Grant. He is brilliant as Edward Ferrars in Sense and Sensibility, Clive Durham in Maurice, William Thacker in Notting Hill and even Daniel Cleaver in Bridget Jones' Diary.

English nobleman and licentious skirt-chaser bring the best out of Hugh Grant. He should never appear in dirty basketball shirt out of city slums, nor inelegantly walking on a dirt road with pants obviously too short for him.

Equally discrepant is the plot. There is a crazy journalist character, and many times you are left clueless as to what a particular scene is trying to convey. In all, it is only for the sake of HG do one endure such a disastrous movie.

Can't-miss funny video of HG's earlier endeavors.

But Maurice is the complete opposite. Only 27 years old (though he looked as if he's 20), Hugh Grant plays a rich student at an English private school in the early 1910s. Candle lite dinners, canoeing on river while talking about "the whole Western culture is based on the law of Christ, not Plato" and beautifully lying on green grass with his lover are the scenes that naturally bring home the charm of the Hugh Grant.

A minor note: like a blossoming flower, Hugh Grant's features transitioned from the dark hair and dark eyes in Maurice while in his late twenties to the sandy hair and blue eyes in Notting Hill in his late thirties (when his charm peaked).

Music and Lyrics (2007), Love Actually (2003), About a Boy (2002), Bridget Jone's Diary (2001), Extreme Measures (1996 – stay away from action movies, Hugh), Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) are…ah, your regular romantic comedy, with varying degrees of mediocrity.

But the thing is, Hugh Grant himself was never buried beneath whatever role he's playing. We see a little, or maybe a lot, of Hugh Grant in the characters he plays. The juror's verdict is: the reluctant actor should retire to writing. Did You Hear About the Morgans should be his last movie. Otherwise, he risks the danger he so fears himself: becoming worse and worse by each film and fade out with no dignity.

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An Englishman's Travels in America: his observations of life and manners in the free and slave states was written by John Benwell in 1857, four years before the civil war.

I always find it critical to know a book's author in order to understand his writing. But there is hardly any information on the Internet about John Benwell, an obscure writer, it seems.

It was riveting reading nevertheless. Mr. Benwell, being this perfect English gentleman, examined the people, cities and towns of America along his travels from New York down to Florida and South Carolina with an almost indiscernible supremacy. Especially in New York City, Mr. Benwell frequently made comparisons to his home country, or America's "mother country," on either the qualities of hotels or the appearances of the ladies.

But down South to the slave states, the author's observations became much less lighthearted. Mr. Benwell was first forced to leave a theater box belonging to a colored friend who married a white woman (the woman being ostracized). He witnessed the constant whipping and torturing of slaves, which made him indignant. In Florida, there's open war between the settlers and the Indians. One of his friends was cruelly murdered by Indians. The South described by Mr. Benwell is certainly a different world from that of Ms. Scarlett O'Hara.

The author expected the population changes, in that blacks would outnumber their masters in some states, could lead to a resolution of the conflict. Of course, it was the civil war that took care of slavery. By that time, our honest observer was probably in England, recovering from a rough journey in a country that cost his health, and almost his life. Here are some excerpts:

Their habits at table also often fill one with disgust, and the want of good-breeding I witnessed on more than one occasion would have been resented in England. This is the more remarkable, as the Americans entertain high notions of refinement, and yet, paradoxical as it may appear, seem to glory in their contempt of good manners. I do not, however, include the ladies in this remark;

(men chewing tobacco)..incessantly, and, to the great annoyance of those who do not practise the vandalism, eject the impregnated saliva over everything under foot. The deck of the vessel was much defaced by the noxious stains; and even in converse with ladies the unmannerly fellows expectorated without sense of decency.

…..determined opposition to intermixed marriages, were known in the place as "anti-amalgamists." On this occasion poor P—- nearly lost his life, and, but for running, would, no doubt, have done so; as it was, he was much burnt about the head and neck, the ruffians in the scuffle having set fire to his frock-coat, which was of linen.

Their healthy look under such circumstances completely shook my faith in the Brahminical vegetarian theory, and goes far, I think, to prove that man was intended by his Maker to be a carnivorous animal.

for so jealous are the citizens of men entertaining hostility to the pro-slavery cause, that spies are often sent on board newly-arrived boats, to ascertain if missionaries are amongst the passengers. These spies, with Jesuitical art, introduce themselves by making apparently casual inquiries on leading topics of those they suspect, and if their end is subserved, basely betray them, or, what is more usual, keep them under strict surveillance, with a view to their being detected in disseminating abolition doctrines amongst the slaves, when they are immediately made amenable to the laws, and are fined or

(in describing Florida) This country is, for the most part, a howling wilderness, and is never likely to become thickly populated. The dreary pine-barrens and sand-hills are slightly undulating, and are here and there thickly matted with palmetto.

every one of which swarmed with alligators. This, although not a very pleasant reflection, did not trouble me much, as I had by this time become acquainted with the propensities of these creatures, and knew that they were not given to attacking white men, unless provoked or wounded, although a negro or a dog is never safe within their reach. They are, however, repulsive-looking creatures, and it is not easy to divest the mind of apprehension when in their vicinity.

At the top of King-street, facing you as you advance, is a large Protestant episcopal church. I went there to worship on the following Sunday, but was obliged to leave the building, there being, it was stated by the apparitor, no accommodation for strangers, a piece of illiberality that I considered very much in keeping with the slave-holding opinions of the worshippers who attend it.

This want of politeness I was not, however, surprised at, for it is notorious, as has been before observed by an able writer, that, excepting the Church of Rome, "the members of the unestablished Church of England–the Protestant Episcopalian, are the most bigotted, sectarian, and illiberal, in the United States of America. Being fully persuaded," to follow the same writer, "that prelatical ordination and the three orders are indispensable to their profession, they are, like too many of their fellow professors in the mother country, deeply dyed with Laudean principles, or that love of formula in religion and grasping for power which has so conspicuously shown itself among the Oxford tractarians, and which, it is to be feared, is gradually undermining Protestant conformity, by gnawing at its very heart, in the colleges of Great Britain."

So heinous in a negro, is the crime of lifting his hand in opposition to a white man in South Carolina, that the law adjudges that the offending member shall be forfeited. This is, or was, quite as inexorable as the one I have before spoken of, and when in Charleston, I frequently, amongst the flocks of negroes passing and repassing, saw individuals with one hand only. Like the administration of miscalled justice on negroes in all slave-holding states in America, the process was summary; the offender was arrested, brought before the bench of sitting magistrates, and on the ex parte[A] statement of his accuser, condemned to mutilation, being at once marched out to the rear of the building and the hand lopped off on a block fixed there for the purpose. I noticed a block and axe myself in the yard of a building near the town-hall, and on looking at them closely, saw they were stained almost black, with what I have little hesitation in saying was human blood.

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今晚喝自家煮的银耳红枣粥,不小心吃下了红枣籽。忽然想起刚看的那本《枪,钢铁和细菌》的书。里面说人和动物的胃是不能消化种子的。大至桃子核(这好像咱也吞不下去),小到草莓籽,都能幸免于动物的消化程序。植物把种子藏在果实里,就是为了让动物以此将种子撒到更广阔的地方。

书的作者还说,有不畏精神的读者可以自己考证种子的“结实”。不过,现在的人们是不能帮枣树的忙了。再者,枣树也不需要人的协助。一切都被工厂化了。种子变成了可量化生产的商品,植物动物也成了水流线上的产物。

从上帝创造世界万物,到今天种子不再有意义的“结实”,人类社会的进程是否也曾让上帝惊诧不已?

走在九寨沟里,深深的吸一口气,肺好像到了天堂。心想如果把这空气,这样蓝的天,这样白的云,放到北京和上海,那会是什么感觉?

是的,人们已经富有了,大楼已经比纽约更现代了,餐厅已经奢华至极。可生活最基本的东西 - 呼吸,却倒退至世界末尾。即使大家都汽车洋房了,看着永远灰着的天,吸着刺鼻的黄沙空气,你会幸福吗?

九寨沟至成都飞行40分钟。从机场往外望,是一片黄霰霰的雾,马路对面的标牌已经无法看清楚。其实,一个城市的污染只需较短的时间。至少我小时候,还记得自己城市的天是蓝的,云是白的。而且污染只集中在城市。开车出城两个小时,就又能看见天空了。

但据说污染治理起来比当初弄脏要难的多,需要的时间长的多。不可靠的说法,加洲污染治理用了大约十几二十年。当然,还大家一个蓝天还没有成为人们与政府的重要话题。也许,三四十年后的中国城市能够重现蓝天?

“然而夜气很清爽,真所谓“沁人心脾”,我在北京遇着这样的好空气,仿佛这是第一遭了。” - 鲁迅《社戏I》

在杭州萧山酒店附近的背山面水豪宅。房子很大,但间距挺小。据说都在千万以上。

湖里的黑白天鹅。这湖好像就叫天鹅湖。

第一次去杭州的河坊街。在这里发现了许多儿时记忆里的好东西。先看到这个传统的老中药铺子。门面两人高的墨字树在粉白墙上,跨过高高的木门槛,是阴冷冷的店堂,两边满墙的小抽屉,上面写着许多奇怪的名字。

上学时鲁迅一段描写买药的文字印象深刻。是《呐喊》自序,又找了来,却原来只有这么一段:

“我有四年多,曾经常常,——几乎是每天,出入于质铺和药店里,年纪可是忘却了,总之是药店的柜台正和我一样高,质铺的是比我高一倍,我从一倍高的柜台外送 上衣服或首饰去,在侮蔑里接了钱,再到一样高的柜台上给我久病的父亲去买药。回家之后,又须忙别的事了,因为开方的医生是最有名的,以此所用的药引也奇 特:冬天的芦根,经霜三年的甘蔗,蟋蟀要原对的,结子的平地木,……多不是容易办到的东西。”

还有老北京风味茶馆,喜欢的是里面的木屋顶,木桌子,木条凳。看起来很古老也很原汁原味,使我想起黑白老照片。这样式真的和清末相仿,不同的是,照片里的人又黑又瘦,一只脚搭在凳子上,脸上一副对摄影师疑惑的神态。

“弹棉花嘞!”这手艺真是有年头没见了。

小时候,一年几次会看到两个全身糊满白棉絮的人出现在院子里,奋力的弹一把弓一样的东西,把那积满灰尘的死棉被重新变得又白又软。

“锃--锃--”那声音听久了就成为噪音,也许还烦过那些占了我们跳沙包地盘的人。可现在重逢,却是两眼泪汪汪。

另,还见到卖传统香包的。怀疑的拿起闻了闻,又一扇记忆的大门被打开。闭眼沉醉了半天,然后对惊异的售货员说:“这味道我已经二十年没闻到了。”

走在河坊街,如同走在我童年记忆的小路上。一种生活离我们远去,也许它并不美丽,却依然让我们恍若隔世。

说点大事吧:美食从来是我一直期待的。这次外出吃的次数不多。先来条豆豉鱼。

西湖醋鱼

绍兴醉鱼

酸菜鱼。这次怎么全跟鱼干上了?

来个鸡吧,经典辣子鸡。

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2003年,车行在多伦多的乡间马路上,我聆听着一位加拿大朋友对人种的看法。我们刚刚路过一片印第安人保留地。“黑人印第安人就是低等人种,要不是白人给他们带来了文明,他们到现在还只会吃野果,打猎为生。”

2006年,从哥伦比亚小镇到堪萨斯城的路上,我与同学探讨同一个话题:在全球化之前,世界文明为什么会有不同程度的发展?为什么有的地方出现了高度文明的社会,而有的却似乎永远处于原始阶段?他说,你应该看一本书:Guns, Germs, and Steel。会给你答案。

当这本书不经意的出现在我手边的时候,我其实已经归纳出了一个解答。美国社会等级分化与种族的关联似乎表示,即使不同种族的人们拥有相似的环境和机会,总体上,白人系统性的取得超出黑人的成就。这意味着有的种族--从基因上--是优于其他人种的。

当然,我只是偷偷的持批判态度的这么想。说出这样的话是要引起公愤的。有一次,与朋友交谈时我试探的表示这是否是一种可能的解释。她低声说,我是这么认为的,但别告诉别人!

这本书让我的想法发生了彻底的改变。观察周围的人们,把原因归结到基因上是一个太容易犯的错误。曾有报道称社会学家们做过试验,将黑人和白人小孩放置在相似家庭和社会环境下,若干年后白人小孩在学习成绩等指标上均超过黑人小孩。许多人觉得黑人就是那种擅长体育音乐而智力低下的人。人们说非洲的黑人即使有钱也不赚,永远的懒惰,不求上进。

但这只是一种肤浅的分析,而忽略了根本的原因。这本书其实可以用一句话概括:与人们常常误解的人种优劣决定文明程度的解释相反,文明程度从根本上是由环境所定。在哥伦布之前,北美,澳大利亚,新西兰等大陆或海岛无法与外界接触。在某些大陆内部也被沙漠高山等分割成块,相互无法接触,使得文明无法在碰撞中升华。另外,有的地区因气候地理植被等原因,如部分澳大利亚洲,不适合人们发展农耕,固定居所,再而形成城市,产生复杂的社会结构。这些地区的人们有史以来就不得不一直过游猎生活。因此没有机会发展语言等。

而欧亚大陆具有得天独厚的优势。不但板块最大,而且基本可以由陆路水路到达许多不同的区域。由于气候好,适合农耕,因此形成人口聚集的点,这样便促使语言,商业的发展。因为社会结构复杂,因而又催生了法律,政府,文学,音乐等等。在历史的长河中,几大文明中心在碰撞,竞争和融合中更加推进了社会的进步。

其实,这本书的意思也可以用一句老话概括:一方水土养一方人。这个“方”字用的好,小至一山一河,大至五大洲,都是水土决定了居住在那里的人们的性格和文明。你看,穷山恶水出刁民,多么简洁。Jared Diamond的一本大书包含的道理正和我们老祖宗的结论遥相呼应啊。

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九寨沟的灵在其水,其水之灵又在其色彩。一眼望去,那一池池的水在阳光下泛着不真实的光。那水又是通透见底,深达15米都能看到底部的一草一石。

这水应当发自于岷江源头(相应的,这些山属于岷山山脉),从沟口出来后能看到其一直流到酒店,后汇合于岷江,及至嘉陵江。

这里一直以来有九个藏族村寨居住。现在有的搬迁出去,只剩下三个村寨,而且都变成旅行景点。那些藏民看起来都变成了商人,生活条件不错。不知道他们是否也会觉得失去了些什么。我试着和一个开店的奶奶聊天,但她似乎只对我是否买东西感兴趣,便放弃打扰她了。

这个水池的水,蓝的诡秘,仿佛属于另一个世界。

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虽然九寨沟的灵在水,但每次看到白雪皑皑的山峰总是让人激动 --除了在飞机上。从上海飞九寨沟,降落前的20分钟很惊险。四周全是雪山,仿佛飞机一转身,机翼就能碰到山峰。在出租车上向司机感叹,这机场是世界上最危险的吧。被他笑话胆小,并被告知康定和拉萨的机场才真危险,因为滑道短的缘故。

还是喜欢脚踏平地的仰望雪山。人可以俯瞰雪山,但永远不能俯视它们。

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不同于其它景区,九寨沟这一路行来,不但没有什么不适之处,反而有许多细节让人敬佩。套用官方语言,九寨沟风景区真的是达到了“国际一流”水准。

第一,景区内全程禁烟。除了休息点有固定的吸烟区外,所有方圆140多公里的景区全部不准吸烟。其效果是超出想像的。不但中巴车里没有烟味(上海的出租车大部分烟味熏死人,还有餐厅,酒店,邮局和其它公共场所全部烟味浓烈),走在公路边,饯道上,丛林中,充满鼻孔的是森林的香味和瀑布的水雾。当然,有规定就有人打破它。路上有闻到烟味。

第二,交通安排合理。连接各个景点的中巴车达到欧三排放标准。有些网站介绍说这些中巴是电力车,其实是错误的。它们应当是混合动力车。来九寨沟之前想像可以自己徒步行走,但九寨沟是无法“走”下来的。整个行程有80公里。我走走停停了三个多小时就累的不行(也因为是高原,身体还不适应),幸亏有这些中巴车,才得以休息调整,顺带偷懒。

第三,温柔的饯道。九寨沟是以水为胜的,群山只是衬托。九寨沟的风景又是精致的,不似长城的豪迈或戈壁的粗矿。因此,长达数千米的纯木结构饯道,蜿蜒在林木后,溪流间,成为了九寨沟特有的徒步路径。大部分时间人们行走在这饯道上,常常会碰到下图的情况:几棵树从饯道中间拔地而出。原来工人们在修建饯道的时候,没有砍掉阻挡在道路中间的小树,而是多花了许多功夫,在饯道中间做了几个洞,以保留树木。在中国,有多少人还没有这几棵树那么幸运?

第四,公路护栏:披着树皮的钢筋。可以想像如果这些护栏是涂成红白相间的颜色吗?虽然很小的细节,但其用心做事的态度仍让人感动。

第五,世界上最干净的野外卫生间。这个可爱的木屋原来是卫生间。一拉开门,就听见一声惊呼:从来没见过这么干净的野外方便之处(真实情况比照片要干净的多)。后来发现景区内其它简易卫生间没有这个干净,但整体而言,卫生程度实为罕见。

刚开始做旅行计划的时候在网上找不到喜来登的图片,所以顺带帖两张图。毕竟是在高原,不能和亚龙湾的喜来登比,休闲餐厅等设施很一般(泳池健身房都很小,桑拿另外收费,没有蒸汽房,而且大堂和餐厅暖气不足,吃早饭时那个冷啊),应该不能算是度假酒店。

幸运的是没有订天堂酒店,要不然就被仍在前不着村,后不着店的半山腰了,连个买矿泉水瓜子的小卖部都没有。一出门就得打车,到九寨沟沟口要50元。喜来登离沟口步行约20分钟,并且周围有许多餐厅。

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今年的圣诞夜会在杭州吧。在罗马是两年前。最近对于religion有了点新认识,想重新看看那次意大利之行,或许会有新发现。

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Basilica of Saint Peter,几十位前任教皇的藏身处,包括基督12门徒之一的Peter,并因之得名。随便找了一张图,想看看自己是否知识丰富到可以辨认这些油画背后的故事。No。这张看起来像是苏格拉底被赐死(酒杯,大胡子),但没理由出现在这儿。或者是另一个殉道者?

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这张图同样看不出门道。

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转战古罗马遗迹。即使只留下了残苑断壁,仍能想像的出当日的辉煌。如果客观的看,似乎中国的遗迹没有罗马的宏伟和叹为观止。像这样两千年前的还站立着的建筑遗迹在中国似乎少之又少。为什么在这里诞生的文明与中华文明截然相反?这里的人从一开始就跟人体干上了劲。他们喜欢光着,喜欢研究肌肉群,喜欢比真实的人更大更完美的人体雕塑。他们从中发现了美,力量,竞争,又由之衍生了道德,哲学和公民意识。

而在黄河流域,人们极力掩盖和忽略肉体,或者个体。对他们来讲,个体理应只是集体的一个点。个人的躯体和意志似乎很少成为辩论的焦点。我看过的中国最古老的东西是公元前六七百年的青铜器。从那精细的花纹,一般而言合适的尺寸来看,那是一群不喜欢张扬的人们。他们也许很早就意识到了节制的美德。

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当新的东西建起来后,人们就开始怀念老的。

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平安夜,朝向圣彼得教堂走去。

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祈祝平安。祈祝能早日回到意大利。

另外一张有意思的图:

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