（老孔一个人瞎扯，就比窦文涛那三人跑题更远……）
英雄的定义，不是鄙人能左右的。参不透充分条件，还是拿必要条件过过嘴瘾。不过最近过瘾的事，是看完了美剧“heroes”。那一撮获得神奇能力的各色人物中，一步步走下来，最终把握命运，拯救未来的主角，还是那误打误撞的日本漫画男，和天真纯良的纽约小帅哥。想想哈七中的冒险历程，也很像三人组都喝了几坩埚福灵剂。是英雄运气都好，还是运气好才成为英雄？
记得，“头这么大，手这么长？” 是走进firenze学会美术馆，见到“大卫”真迹时的第一句话。也许米开朗奇罗是为了强调，大卫击败歌利亚，是“rather by his wisdom and innocence, than by struggle and force.”（没有中文解说，这是唯一看得懂的版本。）古英雄的表情，不是胜利的骄傲，也不是成功的喜悦。皱起的眉头，微抿的嘴唇，硬朗的线条从额头延伸锁骨。是对死敌的估量和怀疑，还是对胜利的困惑与反思？身体并未松懈，武器也还未离手。使得人们对他的关注，都凝聚至理智层面上：英雄在思考，正如他一贯以来。wisdom，这很快可以理解。那innocence，又是什么含义？
天呐，我所认识的英雄，似乎都能打上“innocence”的
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you’re numb as the stone
when destiny rings
you hang up the phone
you scramble you crawl you lean on the wall
You’re not the hero whose backbone won’t fall
How useless is liquor
to get yourself drunk
老孔打工记
打工?说得那么冠冕堂皇,其实就是在大学图书馆打打杂而已......一个多星期的'勤工俭学',让我见证了在这个社会上,赚钱,其实真的......这么容易?(注:此为内部资料,泄露给南开饶校长者,斩!)
本来想做做义工,虽说我三心二意四体不勤五谷不分六亲不......让小孩子老人家开心的本领还是不错地
在欧洲奋战了16天，积累了第一手实战经验,供各位纸上看兵。谨为大家规划新蓝图尽绵薄之力！（怎么听起来像恐怖分子汇报工作~~）
先翻译条件：
1．制定旅行时间表:
planing the trip is as much fun as the trip itself. and it's goddamn significant. 当然，不能犯教条主义错误，到达后更要坚持一切从实际出发。
2. 熟读地图：充分利用google map 和google earth，找准酒店和特殊景点所在位置。
在地图失效时，是对Googleearth影象的残存记忆救了我们。对chopin的墓或“真理之口”这类神不知鬼不觉的景点，更需额外好的地图或额外好的运气。
3．良好空间想象力和方向感：一群人至少得有一个不是路痴吧。
4．较强挫折承受力和幽默感：人在江湖飘啊，那能不挨刀啊，痛了笑一笑吧，明天会更好！
5. 求知欲和自信心
公告！！！老孔的163相册http://photo.163.com/photos/airmailbliss/！！
熟读HP、魔戒和科幻小说会对阅读此文有重大帮助！！！
话说自旅行伊始，两人已是忐忑不安。如今虽是无恙，然对此般误打误撞，确是心有余悸。望漫漫前路，更是戚戚惘惘。老孔自打娘胎出，未尝落入如此境地。遥想闯荡江湖多载，蛊毒之地，并非未曾涉足；虎狼之国，也是徐啸而过。只是此处地远人稀，瘴霾之气萦绕不去，蛮夷鸟语回绕耳际，煞是可寒。
复行数刻，只见前方隐约横一色旗，上曰：龙门客——
“客你个头啦！”小童姐一脸哀其不幸，恨其不争LOOK，“前面应该是买地铁票的！我都看懂了，快去看有没有进城火
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'As soon as the first insect took a bite out of a plant, what I like to refer to as the arms race began between plants and insects,' said Tom Turpin, an entomologist at Purdue University in West Lafayette, Indiana.
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see full article on nationalgeographic, http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/03/0307_050307_insec
science fiction sketch 1
灵感来自高一一堂无聊的英语课,阴郁的华附语音室.
“Hi, Jack.”
When the voice bumped into my head, my heart stopped beating.
I sat up straight in a minute, opened my eyes, and there went my heartbeat again.
I tried to fill my eyes with guilty and embarrassment as I looked up, ready to meet my teacher’s angry face.
Hold on… Her face was not as near as I expected, and none of her facial features reflected her dear students’ irritation.
happened. It didn’t seem that I have given her that much trouble anyway, for half of the class were falling
asleep while the other half were already sleeping.
I looked around, finding everything as usual as they
No one could have talked to me in the earphones, I must have bee
