<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:38:33.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese blade</title><subtitle type='html'>Think like Confucius, cut like a blade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-6816927070965979678</id><published>2011-10-28T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:04:48.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolve</title><summary type='text'>
A hope begotten at your sight, a resolve made in my mind,
A moth is destined for the flame, for the light.
Aware of the devastation ahead, yet
We no longer act in perfect logic.

Best not to have met, best not to have wished,
Only had we never loved one another.
Take not another step closer,
With every step we sink deeper.

'Tis time's mischief,
That separates our lives.
Longing for you, long is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/6816927070965979678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/10/resolve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6816927070965979678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6816927070965979678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/10/resolve.html' title='Resolve'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CYFSJ1t7gJo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-1734485517922470402</id><published>2011-10-24T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:37:38.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you should not bother to switch the envelope</title><summary type='text'>

You are presented with two envelopes, and are told that one contains twice as much money as the other. You are to choose one envelope and earn the money in it. You pick one envelope, and upon opening it, find that it contains y dollars. You have the option to keep that envelope, or to switch to the other envelope. Should you switch?



Here is the paradox: there is a 1/2 chance that the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/1734485517922470402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-you-should-not-bother-to-switch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/1734485517922470402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/1734485517922470402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-you-should-not-bother-to-switch.html' title='Why you should not bother to switch the envelope'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-4023898593266611104</id><published>2011-10-16T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:57:40.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Inches of Heaven</title><summary type='text'>
Stopping here, dare not to go on,
Stop the sorrows behind the curtains.
The farewell that you've handwritten on the next page,
Is beyond my power to refuse.
We've taken this road in much haste,
Holding onto false desires.
'Tis too late, 'tis beyond our patience,
To appreciate all that we've left behind,
Magnolia's scent cannot seal our wounds.
Look no more, the sun shine through the clouds in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/4023898593266611104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-inches-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4023898593266611104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4023898593266611104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-inches-of-heaven.html' title='Three Inches of Heaven'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2Q55trRJI3U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-6000291230387805652</id><published>2011-01-07T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:43:22.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Modern Experience</title><summary type='text'>The most joyful thing in life is to deal with people who know what they are doing. Take, for example, the dinner tonight at The Modern restaurant. The chef clearly knew what he was doing, for the food was impeccable. But the girl at the coat-check left the deepest impression. She was cuter than the average coat-check girl, with an engaging smile, and she definitely knew what she was doing. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/6000291230387805652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/01/modern-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6000291230387805652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6000291230387805652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2011/01/modern-experience.html' title='The Modern Experience'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-8665310604851524621</id><published>2010-12-28T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:18:12.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making sphinx work with postgresql</title><summary type='text'>On my MacPro, PostgreSQL is installed in /Library/PostgreSQL/8.4/. To install sphinx and have it work with PostgreSQL, I need to configure it in the following way:./configure --with-mysql --with-prefix=/usr/local/sphinx --with-pgsql --with-pgsql-includes=/Library/PostgreSQL/8.4/include/ --with-pgsql-libs=/Library/PostgreSQL/8.4/lib/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/8665310604851524621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/12/making-sphinx-work-with-postgresql.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8665310604851524621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8665310604851524621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/12/making-sphinx-work-with-postgresql.html' title='Making sphinx work with postgresql'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-1658425109962033784</id><published>2010-12-24T12:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:13:26.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting postgis to work with django (and sphinx)</title><summary type='text'>The django-sphinx package does not recognize the postgis backend; one needs to modify the /path/to/djangosphinx/utils/config.py and reinstall it to make the two work together. Add the following to _get_database_engine() in the config.py file:def _get_database_engine(): ... elif 'postgis' in settings.DATABASES['default']['ENGINE']:    return 'pgsql'If you are creating a database as the default </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/1658425109962033784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/12/getting-postgis-to-work-with-django-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/1658425109962033784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/1658425109962033784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/12/getting-postgis-to-work-with-django-and.html' title='Getting postgis to work with django (and sphinx)'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-505652635284601831</id><published>2010-07-25T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:40:37.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a dreamer</title><summary type='text'>What happens when a man dies in his own dream? Does he wake up or does he start another dream? It is one of the intriguing questions posed by the movie Inception. I have come close to dying in my own dreams, but I have always managed a narrow escape. This makes me think that death to oneself in a dream is something that simply does not happen. Our survival instinct may have diffused into our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/505652635284601831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/07/death-of-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/505652635284601831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/505652635284601831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/07/death-of-dreamer.html' title='Death of a dreamer'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-6406602473986586334</id><published>2010-03-22T23:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:37:02.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Care, Not Even Wrong</title><summary type='text'>The health care bill passed on Sunday, March 21st, 2010. A historic moment. It will be interesting to observe its consequences in the next decade, a potential gold mine for economists.On the following Monday I had a lunch conversation with a colleague, and the issue of health care was briefly brought up. My colleague said that he just could not understand why anybody could have opposed the bill, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/6406602473986586334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/03/obama-care-not-even-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6406602473986586334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6406602473986586334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/03/obama-care-not-even-wrong.html' title='Obama Care, Not Even Wrong'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-3166002783795075397</id><published>2010-03-05T23:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:15:20.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaper expensive</title><summary type='text'>As I strolled down the Madison Avenue, a sense of indignation assailed me on full scale. The display of excesses in the row of boutiques like La Perla, Oliver Peoples, and Breguet struck me as a manifestation of social inequality. Is there any justice that a bra, a pair of sunglasses, or a watch should cost so much that they are beyond the reach of ordinary hardworking Americans? Why is there not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/3166002783795075397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheaper-expensive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/3166002783795075397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/3166002783795075397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheaper-expensive.html' title='Cheaper expensive'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-3668294311200036619</id><published>2010-02-21T19:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:50:57.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs as pet and meat</title><summary type='text'>From Roger Cohen's Op-Ed in New York Times, Dog Days in China:Another noted a local saying: "when the dog meat is being simmered, even the gods become dizzy with hunger."Growing up in China, I ate a lot of dog meat. It is more flavorful than lamb, a bit chewier, and quite delicious. In New York, my wife and I had a Cocker Spaniel, Tom. When it passed away several years ago, we buried it in our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/3668294311200036619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/02/dogs-as-pet-and-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/3668294311200036619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/3668294311200036619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/02/dogs-as-pet-and-meat.html' title='Dogs as pet and meat'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-6170760711890631003</id><published>2010-02-21T18:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:55:23.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happiness</title><summary type='text'>The following immortal words of The Declaration of Independence are in peril of misinterpretation:... that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.Note that it is the pursuit of Happiness - not Happiness itself - that is among the unalienable Rights. The Obama administration and the current Democratic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/6170760711890631003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/02/pursuit-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6170760711890631003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/6170760711890631003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/02/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-4159855683637548187</id><published>2010-02-21T17:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:26:05.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Math in Tax</title><summary type='text'>I just had my taxes done. As I reviewed my tax returns, I noticed the following description on how to figure the limit on itemized deductions (http://www.irs.gov/publications/p17/ch29.html):If your itemized deductions are subject to the limit, the total of all your itemized deductions is reduced by the smaller                         of the following reduced by two-thirds:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/4159855683637548187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/02/math-in-tax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4159855683637548187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4159855683637548187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2010/02/math-in-tax.html' title='Math in Tax'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-4812579336751853949</id><published>2009-11-01T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:52:29.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turandot</title><summary type='text'>Unknowingly we are all in pursuit of Turandot, the cold, vengeful princess of Peking who confronts her suitors with her three riddles. Answer the riddles correctly, you will enjoy the conquest of the heavenly beauty of Turandot, and become the king of the vast land in the East; fail them, you will forfeit your life and have your head chopped off.Is it worth it, to have that singular obsession, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.metoperafamily.org/metopera/season/production.aspx?id=10595' title='Turandot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/4812579336751853949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/11/turandot_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4812579336751853949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4812579336751853949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/11/turandot_01.html' title='Turandot'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-9196307815208851344</id><published>2009-10-25T01:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:54:26.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny on the table</title><summary type='text'>My friend's son turned one today. There was a big party. After the cakes were cut and served to the guests, a few objects were placed on a low coffee table: a pen, symbolizing scholarship; a drumstick, foretelling the life of a musician; two crayons, pointing to artistic creativity; a pink plastic ribbon, embodying longevity; a $20 bill, foreshadowing a career in finance; and a calculator, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/9196307815208851344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/destiny-on-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/9196307815208851344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/9196307815208851344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/destiny-on-table.html' title='Destiny on the table'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-8469151023028736302</id><published>2009-10-15T17:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:35:17.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reenact a novel on Facebook</title><summary type='text'>Here is a silly but potentially fun game to play on Facebook. Take your favorite novel, say, War and Peace, and for each character, Pierre Bezukhov, Natasia Rostova, etc., register a Facebook page. Next, connect the characters in friendship as they do so in the novel. As you read the novel, each day you will update each character's page with things that happen to the character. Write statements </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/8469151023028736302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/reenact-novel-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8469151023028736302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8469151023028736302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/reenact-novel-on-facebook.html' title='Reenact a novel on Facebook'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-741711798263548631</id><published>2009-10-14T09:41:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:21:42.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, one bite at a time</title><summary type='text'>In the movie Fightclub, Norton's nameless character coined the phrase single-serving friends - strangers who share a few hours of flight time, chat, and then part their ways. On Facebook, friends are like bite-sized snacks - their frequent posts and comments alleviate the sense of separation but never satiate the craving for real connection. Just like too much snack can ruin the appetite for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/741711798263548631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/friendship-one-bite-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/741711798263548631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/741711798263548631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/friendship-one-bite-at-time.html' title='Friendship, one bite at a time'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-4280491526722581203</id><published>2009-10-09T13:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:34:24.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nobel SurPrize</title><summary type='text'>In debating whether President Obama deserves the Nobel Peace Prize after only 9 months as the president of United States, it behooves a re-reading of Alfred Nobel's original will:one part to the person who shall have made the most important discovery or invention within the field of physics; one part to the person who shall have made the most important chemical discovery or improvement; one part </summary><link rel='related' href='http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/2009/' title='A Nobel SurPrize'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/4280491526722581203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobel-surprize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4280491526722581203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4280491526722581203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobel-surprize.html' title='A Nobel SurPrize'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-289759711056560999</id><published>2009-10-04T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:48:21.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Making of a Great Scientist</title><summary type='text'>When I first got into science, I thought that it was about coming up with brilliant and evolutionary ideas and the rest would come together by itself. After ten years in research, however, while being by no means a great scientist, I did learn a few things about the making of one, which I would like to share with you. It's an immodest thing to do. But anonymous modesty never serves anyone. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/289759711056560999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/01/making-of-great-scientist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/289759711056560999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/289759711056560999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/01/making-of-great-scientist.html' title='The Making of a Great Scientist'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-7962018439552032863</id><published>2009-09-22T11:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:33:25.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook prize</title><summary type='text'>Netflix just awarded a cool million to a 7-member team who managed to devise algorithms that improved the prediction of user's ratings of movies by 10% compared to Netflix's own Cinematch algorithm, the endgame of a 4-year long contest (see NYTimes).Isn't it time that Facebook sets up a contest of its own? With its database of human connections, Facebook can challenge the machine learning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/7962018439552032863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/09/netflix-prize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/7962018439552032863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/7962018439552032863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/09/netflix-prize.html' title='Facebook prize'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-2932785055283760459</id><published>2009-09-20T15:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:28:37.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile human computing</title><summary type='text'>I am a big fan of Luis von Ahn's work on human computing. The idea of human computing is to harness the idle human brain power to perform computational tasks that so far have eluded the computers, such as image labeling (see google's image labeler) and recognition of old text (check out reCaptcha). The clever part of von Ahn's approach is to engage the human brain through an entertaining game or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/2932785055283760459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/09/mobile-human-computing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/2932785055283760459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/2932785055283760459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/09/mobile-human-computing.html' title='Mobile human computing'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-4488114581270223405</id><published>2009-09-08T18:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:42:21.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First time pheasantry</title><summary type='text'>The first bird got away. It flew away so fast that before either Yang or I opened the safety on our guns, it had crossed the grassfield and safely alighted in the woods far beyond the reach of any 12-gauge shotgun. We followed its flight path with our eyes. It was a beautiful male bird with a long tail and a dash of red on its head. We were relieved that we did not have to kill so early in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/4488114581270223405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-pheasantry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4488114581270223405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4488114581270223405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-pheasantry.html' title='First time pheasantry'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-3931316178505618528</id><published>2009-08-26T14:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:20:19.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the phone with Verizon</title><summary type='text'>I do not own any land-based phone line, but my parents-in-law still use Verizon. Recently their phone stopped working, and Verizon sent a technician to fix the problem. Having revived the phone service from outside the house, the technician suggested that he could also change a wall jack in the bathroom. Why not, my father-in-law thought. So he got a new water-proof jack in the bathroom.To their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/3931316178505618528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-phone-with-verizon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/3931316178505618528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/3931316178505618528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-phone-with-verizon.html' title='On the phone with Verizon'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-4978400548963527428</id><published>2009-08-24T13:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:42:02.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When God retires from heaven</title><summary type='text'>Men used to believe that distinct laws governed the heavenly bodies and the earthly objects .The motion of the planets followed different rules than the motion of a catapulted stone. The genius of Issac Newton changed this view forever. Gravity, the first universal force discovered, follows the same inverse square law in heaven as on earth. Much of modern theoretical physics strive to unify all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/4978400548963527428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-god-retires-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4978400548963527428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4978400548963527428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-god-retires-from-heaven.html' title='When God retires from heaven'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-453517227728037263</id><published>2008-04-15T08:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:59:51.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congee</title><summary type='text'>We were in Congee Village on Allen Street, eating porridge, Dungeness crab, and stir-fried frog legs. Viola said that the food reminded her of the movie The Wedding Banquet. All four of us at the table had seen movies of An Lee, so we talked about them, going through each one. Yang questioned whether there was a unifying theme in An Lee's movies. What did "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", "Eat, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/453517227728037263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/04/congee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/453517227728037263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/453517227728037263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/04/congee.html' title='Congee'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-826258282128008827</id><published>2008-03-22T02:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:52:31.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Fe</title><summary type='text'>I haven’t been to any scientific conference for a year, so attending one in Santa Fe is refreshing. I have been in this field so long that going to a conference is like attending a family union: lots of familiar faces, with a few new additions. There are a few people whose presence can be depended upon. There is one man who has indefatigably come to every conference that I recall going to, and he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/826258282128008827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/03/santa-fe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/826258282128008827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/826258282128008827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/03/santa-fe.html' title='Santa Fe'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-7922005951129120272</id><published>2008-03-22T02:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:09:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><summary type='text'>I am not fond of contemporary art – most of it, at least. Nevertheless, I went to see Cai Guoqiang’s exhibition “I Want to Believe” in Guggenheim. I went because I had corporate membership so I did not have to pay. I went because Chinese modern art had been fetching skyrocketing prices in art auctions, so I felt that I should be more in the know. I went also because I liked novelties, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/7922005951129120272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/03/creativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/7922005951129120272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/7922005951129120272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/03/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-8494162910782058447</id><published>2008-01-12T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:23:23.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia</title><summary type='text'>She got on the train at Princeton Junction. It was seven and already dark. She looked twenty seven. She smiled friendly and sat down next to me. There was a man asleep in the opposite seat. She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. The train departed, leaving behind the light of the station. Outside the window it was but emptiness. Except for the lamp posts that threw periodic patches of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/8494162910782058447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/01/philadelphia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8494162910782058447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8494162910782058447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2008/01/philadelphia.html' title='Philadelphia'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-8265705811763026376</id><published>2007-08-25T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:22:38.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Ottoman</title><summary type='text'>Every Tuesday afternoon, when I take my bath in Cağaloğlu Hamami, Mustafa Ozkan appears fatter than I remember him from the week before. How my masseur manages to develop that corpulence despite his strenuous profession – all day long he pummels and presses and twists and kneels and steps up and down on his customers, in all that heat in the sauna room – puzzles many bathers. “It’s the baklavas.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/8265705811763026376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-ottoman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8265705811763026376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8265705811763026376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-ottoman.html' title='The Last Ottoman'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-7090121732391937407</id><published>2007-08-17T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:01:59.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mechanism of Na+/H+ antiporting</title><summary type='text'>Desalination of E. Coli. in Homeric hymnHeed, the readers of Science,Secret ways of the antiporter.This family of membrane proteins,Trading one sodium inside cell, withTwo protons outside,So all life is alive, in acid and brine.Its structure recently unveiled,Using extraction from E. Coli.;Yet its method of act,Hitherto uncomprehended.This method we tell, by a host ofMolecular simulations;By </summary><link rel='related' href='http://dx.doi.org/10.1126/science.1142824' title='Mechanism of Na+/H+ antiporting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/7090121732391937407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/08/mechanism-of-nah-antiporting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/7090121732391937407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/7090121732391937407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/08/mechanism-of-nah-antiporting.html' title='Mechanism of Na+/H+ antiporting'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-529708528830961802</id><published>2007-08-02T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:16:07.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worth of Chinese Blade</title><summary type='text'>   My blog is worth $1,129.08.How much is your blog worth?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/529708528830961802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/08/worth-of-chinese-blade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/529708528830961802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/529708528830961802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/08/worth-of-chinese-blade.html' title='The Worth of Chinese Blade'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-4817421003728422487</id><published>2007-04-29T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:34:38.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Change, Stupid!</title><summary type='text'>Bank of America's new gimmick is its Keep the Change program. The ads are all over the places: TV, radio, billboards, subway trains. They feature coins idling on escalators, in dryers, under the carpets, and in other odd crannies. These are the loose changes that BOA vows to help you save: if you use the BOA debit card, your purchase will be rounded up to the next dollar, and the difference will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/4817421003728422487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/04/keep-change-stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4817421003728422487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/4817421003728422487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/04/keep-change-stupid.html' title='Keep the Change, Stupid!'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-8249150728657501589</id><published>2007-04-07T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:53:46.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stem Cell Called Sputnik</title><summary type='text'>In April 2004, 206 members of Congress signed a letter urging President Bush to loosen the restrictions on federal funding for human embryonic stem cell (hESC) research.Stem cell controversy is another knot in the long string of conflicts between ideology and intellectualism. As it is more a rule than an exception, intellectualism has been on retreat. In 1995, President Clinton signed into law </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8249150728657501589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/8249150728657501589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/04/stem-cell-called-sputnik.html' title='A Stem Cell Called Sputnik'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-116768761589018791</id><published>2007-01-01T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:09:14.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabaret von Einstein</title><summary type='text'>For two hundred, you can learn general relativity from a brunette.Cabaret von Einstein sits at an obscure corner off Langestrasse. Zurich, like most European cities, is small, and its Langestrasse is no more than a mile long. I crossed the Sihl River from its north bank, where I was staying in a small hotel for the night, and walked from one end of Langestrasse to the other in less than fifteen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/116768761589018791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/01/cabaret-von-einstein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116768761589018791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116768761589018791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2007/01/cabaret-von-einstein.html' title='Cabaret von Einstein'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-116745590626848331</id><published>2006-12-30T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:03:37.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Violino</title><summary type='text'>Il Violino is an Italian restaurant on Columbus Avenue behind the Sony Theatre at Lincoln Square. Many a violinists seemed to have dined there, maybe for dinner as they performed at the nearby Lincoln Center, as their autographed photos covered all the walls. How these photos come into the restaurant is unknown. Did the artists bring a photo of themselves wherever they dined and gave them away as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/116745590626848331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/12/il-violino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116745590626848331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116745590626848331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/12/il-violino.html' title='Il Violino'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-116745542430358564</id><published>2006-12-30T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:18:58.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Job</title><summary type='text'>The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away; at least the shipping and handling is free.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/116745542430358564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/12/book-of-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116745542430358564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116745542430358564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/12/book-of-job.html' title='Book of Job'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-116641741471722388</id><published>2006-12-17T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:50:14.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tipping Misgivings</title><summary type='text'>It is almost Christmas and I tipped my doormen. This is the first time that I have given the year-end tip to the doormen of my new apartment, therefore it is important and difficult for me to choose the right amount. Too little, the doormen can be unhappy and that will jeopardize my relationship with them; too much, it will set an expensive precedent that I will have to follow in the years to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/116641741471722388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/12/tipping-misgivings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116641741471722388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116641741471722388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/12/tipping-misgivings.html' title='The Tipping Misgivings'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-116166331804282962</id><published>2006-10-23T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:15:18.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A free but not so super haircut</title><summary type='text'>I got a coupon from Supercut offering a free haircut. I thought that there was no harm in saving a few bucks. So I went.In retrospect, the big mistake that I made, aside from stinting on what I should have splurged, was that I presented the coupon right after I entered the shop. Every barber turned her head and frowned: here comes another person who is in just for the free cut. The head barber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/116166331804282962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-but-not-so-super-haircut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116166331804282962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116166331804282962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-but-not-so-super-haircut.html' title='A free but not so super haircut'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-116157661023443117</id><published>2006-10-22T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:05:29.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My fear of ghosts</title><summary type='text'>I have always feared ghosts, and this fear grows stronger as I grow older. Every strange movement of untouched objects, every mysterious apparition, every inexplicable sound rouse my suspecion of an encounter with the unliving. Never could I watch a horror film without being on my toes for days afterwards; so I have quit those films altogether for a few years now.This fear rather perplexed me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/116157661023443117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-fear-of-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116157661023443117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/116157661023443117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-fear-of-ghosts.html' title='My fear of ghosts'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-115125455161446740</id><published>2006-06-25T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:18:20.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gene of Art</title><summary type='text'>Imagine an island, inhabited by aborigines untouched by civilization, innocent of art. Imagine a plane crash on this island, and the cargo, the treasures of western art, miraculously survives the crash. Imagine the aborigines, coming to the site of the crash, find that for their grab are Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, a canvas spoiled by Jackson Pollack, and, for their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/115125455161446740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/06/gene-of-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/115125455161446740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/115125455161446740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/06/gene-of-art.html' title='The Gene of Art'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-115033795335069310</id><published>2006-06-14T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:48:03.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Ronaldinho</title><summary type='text'>This Nike commercial is making rounds on the internet. Ronaldinho, yet another Brazilian soccer genius, casually puts on a new pair of white Nike cleats, foot-juggles a football along the penalty line, and kicks the ball at the goal. Four times in a row, the ball hits the crossbar and bounces back, and Ronaldinho catches the ball with his foot and continues to juggle the ball. Incredible.Is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/115033795335069310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/06/amazing-ronaldinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/115033795335069310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/115033795335069310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/06/amazing-ronaldinho.html' title='Amazing Ronaldinho'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-114714897914705453</id><published>2006-05-08T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:31:05.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill Formed URLs</title><summary type='text'>Internet! There seemed to be a webpage for everything. And every webpage needs a URL. The most thoughtless, and easy-to-remember way of forming the URL is to concatenate all the words together. My apartment building, Ritz New York, has its own webpage: www.ritzny.com, and one AIDS coalition's website: www.walkforaids.org.But this concatenation can misfire. The URL string can be parsed into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/114714897914705453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-formed-urls.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/114714897914705453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/114714897914705453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-formed-urls.html' title='Ill Formed URLs'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-114100219142381200</id><published>2006-02-26T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:08:52.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinks and Japs</title><summary type='text'>Let me preface this writing by confessing that I know very little about Japanese -- their culture and their history. Excepting my acquaintance with a few Japanese scientists, my love of Sushi and eel over rice, and my fondness of Japanese anime, I have no knowledge of Japanese literature and art, or its customs and mores. I have not read a single Japanese literary masterpiece, or seen more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/114100219142381200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinks-and-japs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/114100219142381200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/114100219142381200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinks-and-japs.html' title='Chinks and Japs'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-114089608710834766</id><published>2006-02-25T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:52:45.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Am Not a Vegetarian</title><summary type='text'>Nobody turns vegetarian for the taste. Mothers always tell their children to "eat your vegetables", apparently because we do not have an innate appetite for the green leaves or the red roots of domesticated plants. From day one of our existence in this world, we hunger for an animal product: milk. Evolutionarily, we are genetically wired to eat meat: our hunter-gatherer ancestors needed high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/114089608710834766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-i-am-not-vegetarian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/114089608710834766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/114089608710834766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-i-am-not-vegetarian.html' title='Why I Am Not a Vegetarian'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-113935296806382987</id><published>2006-02-07T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:56:08.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry in Haiku</title><summary type='text'>Cis retinal sits,Quietly, until the light hits.Isomerize. See!Today AMBER works,Yesterday CHARMM does better,Force Fields are like that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/113935296806382987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/02/chemistry-in-haiku.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113935296806382987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113935296806382987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/02/chemistry-in-haiku.html' title='Chemistry in Haiku'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-113626390117111890</id><published>2006-01-02T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:47:21.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burger Joint Club</title><summary type='text'>On West 56th Street, just steps east of Carnegie Hall, stands the Le Parker Meridien Hotel. Walk into the lobby, past the reception desk, and turn left, you will find an obscure neon light sign in the shape of a steaming double cheese burger. For many hours around lunch time, everyday of the week, you will also find a long line of people waiting underneath the neon sign. They are waiting to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/113626390117111890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/01/burger-joint-club.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113626390117111890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113626390117111890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2006/01/burger-joint-club.html' title='The Burger Joint Club'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-113336647488374445</id><published>2005-11-30T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:42:35.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Fire a Pistol</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations on owning your new Browning Hi-Power 9mm pistol, a beautifully crafted, perfectly lethal firearm. Please read the following instructions before operating your pistol, as the firing procedure varies under different circumstances.In a Western: Stand upright facing your opponent, arms casually dropped on the sides, with elbows slightly bent outwards. Gaze at your opponent intensely. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/113336647488374445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-fire-pistol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113336647488374445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113336647488374445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-fire-pistol.html' title='To Fire a Pistol'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-113259365094002673</id><published>2005-11-21T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:01:13.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity She is a Whore</title><summary type='text'>Why is prostitution illegal in most places? Moral decadence in the profession, exploitation of female body, transmission of diseases, and abomination in God’s eyes, these have been foisted as reasons for banning the sexual service. But these reasons confuse cause and effect. The question is: how come prostitution is associated with evil in the first place?Only one condition can trigger the legal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/113259365094002673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/pity-she-is-whore.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113259365094002673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113259365094002673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/pity-she-is-whore.html' title='Pity She is a Whore'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-113224091372253058</id><published>2005-11-17T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:56:19.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating, Audition, and Interview</title><summary type='text'>Nicholas Metropolis, the co-inventor of the Monte Carlo method – indisputably the crown jewel of numerical computation, was once asked how he conceived such an ingenious idea. He answered:“By working with the right people.”The reply was toned in humility and humor. But the statement, taken out of context, sounds trite. “Working with the right people” is the well-known secret of all successes. Jim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/113224091372253058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/dating-audition-and-interview.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113224091372253058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113224091372253058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/dating-audition-and-interview.html' title='Dating, Audition, and Interview'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-113220574221858796</id><published>2005-11-16T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:03:02.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Us, Them</title><summary type='text'>The world consists of two groups of people: us, and them.On Tuesday morning I went to the Immigration and Naturalization Service Center in Flushing to get fingerprinted. The center is located on Rooselvelt Avenue, under the rails of the 7 train, inside a plain, grayish and old one-story building, adjoined by a 99-cent store on the right and a florist on the left. It has one glass door openning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/113220574221858796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/us-them.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113220574221858796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/113220574221858796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/11/us-them.html' title='Us, Them'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-112261518717845571</id><published>2005-07-29T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:39:48.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made The Meat?</title><summary type='text'>“Some of them say that you made them.”“I made them?”“Yes, that’s what some of them say.”“Impossible. Do they not know what they are made of?”“They know they are meat. They even know their molecular constitution – proteins, DNA, and all that.”“And they say that I made the meat.”“Well, they do not say that you made the meat. They say that you gave them the soul.”“The what?”“The soul, so that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/112261518717845571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-made-meat.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/112261518717845571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/112261518717845571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-made-meat.html' title='I Made The Meat?'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-112149306933153197</id><published>2005-07-16T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:49:46.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, Where Is My Car?</title><summary type='text'>I have one thing to say and I will say it right here at the beginning:Never, ever use American Auto Transport, or M &amp; E Auto Transport, to ship your car. To leave no doubt as to which companies I am referring to, here is a little more information:American Auto Transport, website: www.american-autotransport.com, telephone: 888-402-7447, fax: 954-327-7109.M &amp; E Auto Transport: 10929 Firestone Blvd.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/112149306933153197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/07/dude-where-is-my-car.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/112149306933153197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/112149306933153197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/07/dude-where-is-my-car.html' title='Dude, Where Is My Car?'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111820114224990956</id><published>2005-06-07T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:00:41.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you work?</title><summary type='text'>I ran into this woman in the elevator in my apartment building. She looked to be in her thirties, was smartly dressed, and was checking messages on her cell phone when I stepped in. Summer was in full swing in New York, and the elevator felt like a preheating oven. The woman promptly piped up: "It's hot in here." She spoke without looking at me and in a tone of soliloquy, as if talking to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111820114224990956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-do-you-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111820114224990956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111820114224990956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-do-you-work.html' title='Where do you work?'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111783821482819420</id><published>2005-06-03T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:57:37.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner in Color</title><summary type='text'>On the second night in my new apartment in midtown Manhattan, I prepared dinner for myself. This is my signature dish: Steak with Asparagus and Mushroom, garnished with Strawberry. I may well be a chef disguised as a chemist.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111783821482819420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/06/dinner-in-color.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111783821482819420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111783821482819420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/06/dinner-in-color.html' title='Dinner in Color'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111783492512423370</id><published>2005-06-03T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T17:45:02.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspection and Introspection</title><summary type='text'>I am better, am I not?Today, I took E train from Queens to Manhattan. Across the aisle from me, a woman took out an eyelash curler and a small mirror and started shaping her eyelashes. She appeared to have made the effort to look pretty, for she wore heavy make-ups and seemed to be dressed in the best fashion that she could afford. She kept pulling and curling her eyelashes for twenty minutes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111783492512423370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/06/inspection-and-introspection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111783492512423370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111783492512423370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/06/inspection-and-introspection.html' title='Inspection and Introspection'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111758749979431803</id><published>2005-05-31T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:28:14.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter with Homo Soccerfanus</title><summary type='text'>Tell me nothing; I don't want to know.There are two subspecies of humans: the rest of us, and the soccer fans (homo soccerfanus). The latter resemble the former in appearance; but they can be identified by occasional peculiar behaviors, such as extreme emotions after the victory or loss of their teams, shouting and yelling at critical moments in a game, excessive consumption of beer during a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111758749979431803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/encounter-with-homo-soccerfanus.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111758749979431803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111758749979431803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/encounter-with-homo-soccerfanus.html' title='Encounter with Homo Soccerfanus'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111756534834698198</id><published>2005-05-31T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:49:08.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Free</title><summary type='text'>It has everything, and nothing more.Nike just introduced a new running shoe, Nike Free. I tried it on in Nike Town. It was the most comfortable running shoe my feet had worn.Holding Free in the hands, one will immediately notice its light weight. The upper of the shoe is extremely thin. It also has numerous tiny slit openings to enhance ventilation. The sole is flexible, so flexible that the shoe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111756534834698198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/simply-free.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111756534834698198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111756534834698198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/simply-free.html' title='Simply Free'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111626334906281371</id><published>2005-05-16T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:28:00.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand versus Penis</title><summary type='text'>We humans are obsessed with sex. Whereas other animals copulate only when they come into heat, which happens once or twice in a year for most mammals, we humans screw all year round. We enjoy sex; we view it as a recreation as much as the means for procreation. We seek sex when we are not having any. We seek more sex when we are having some. The proverbial wisdom has it that a man thinks about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111626334906281371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/hand-versus-penis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111626334906281371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111626334906281371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/hand-versus-penis.html' title='Hand versus Penis'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111601188055512730</id><published>2005-05-13T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T15:19:15.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Index</title><summary type='text'>What do you measure money in?Purchasing power is an important concept in macroeconomics. Defined loosely as how much goods a unit of currency can buy, it is a measure of the worth of money. The most careful analysis of purchasing power usually looks at the average price of a basket of essential goods. But there is a simplification. The price of Big Mac turns out to be a good indicator of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111601188055512730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/price-index.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111601188055512730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111601188055512730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/price-index.html' title='Price Index'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111586737615323148</id><published>2005-05-11T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:36:45.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Leave</title><summary type='text'>When things start to break, it is time to leave.I have lived in San Francisco for twenty months by now. Things started to break. About a month ago, I dropped the lid of my Brita water filter, and it broke. That was the first of a chain of incidents. The handle on my Dell laptop bag gave way two weeks ago, and I had to use the shoulder strap since, until last Friday when the strap also came off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111586737615323148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-to-leave.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111586737615323148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111586737615323148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-to-leave.html' title='Time to Leave'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111481694488839245</id><published>2005-04-29T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:02:04.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s Wrong with the Force Field?</title><summary type='text'>If people don’t understand it, they won’t trust it.“I sense a great disturbance in the Force”, Darth Vader says as Obi-Wan Kenobi boards the Super Star Destroyer. I am a believer in the force field that Jedi knights manipulate with miraculous effects. But I have grown wary of the force fields that computational biologists use in their simulations. To simulate on computers the behavior of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111481694488839245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-wrong-with-force-field.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111481694488839245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111481694488839245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-wrong-with-force-field.html' title='What’s Wrong with the Force Field?'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111385040914335853</id><published>2005-04-18T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:36:57.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Subterranean Magic</title><summary type='text'>Saturday, Yang and I took subway from Queens into Manhattan. New York City subway got its weekend relief from its workday congestions, and there were only a handful of passengers in our car. Our ride was roomy and long, so I took the opportunity to show off my card tricks.It is a challenge to do the tricks for Yang, for she is more interested in catching my sleights than being entertained. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111385040914335853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/04/subterranean-magic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111385040914335853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111385040914335853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/04/subterranean-magic.html' title='Subterranean Magic'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111306969760111237</id><published>2005-04-09T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:32:41.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Operating System</title><summary type='text'>I took a personality test to determine the most fitting OS for me. Not a surprising result.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111306969760111237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-operating-system.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111306969760111237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111306969760111237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-operating-system.html' title='My Operating System'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111127887367004182</id><published>2005-03-19T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:33:16.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from the Acquired Immunity</title><summary type='text'>Evolution has no foresight. Neither do we. This is an age of insecurity. Hijacked planes, suicide bombs, weapons of mass destruction, phishing emails, computer viruses. We are under attack everywhere and everyday.But this is also an age of protection. National security advisory code, airport shoe check, National Missile Defense system, liberation of Iraq, sophisticated message encryption, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111127887367004182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/lessons-from-acquired-immunity.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111127887367004182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111127887367004182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/lessons-from-acquired-immunity.html' title='Lessons from the Acquired Immunity'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111082768269399094</id><published>2005-03-14T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:12:07.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Equality with Wheelchair Access</title><summary type='text'>To promote women, we must demote men.When I first went to Columbia University, the Department of Chemistry had one female professor. A year later, the department hired a young woman as an assistant professor, doubling the size of its female faculty. The department had a total of twenty faculty members at that time.In University of California, San Francisco, on the floor that I currently work, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111082768269399094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/gender-equality-with-wheelchair-access.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111082768269399094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111082768269399094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/gender-equality-with-wheelchair-access.html' title='Gender Equality with Wheelchair Access'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111082760829017018</id><published>2005-03-14T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:08:55.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Crutches</title><summary type='text'>Seeing the bus leaving the stop, I ran after it. My life changed for the next three weeks.Exhibit 1. The swelling was still visible a week after I sprained my left ankle.The accidentWhen I was thirty years old, I went on crutches for the first time. The accident happened on a Thursday night, when I severely sprained my left ankle as I ran to catch a departing bus. That night, Bosco and I were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111082760829017018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-on-crutches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111082760829017018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111082760829017018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-on-crutches.html' title='Life on the Crutches'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111066031292809921</id><published>2005-03-12T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:37:50.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Writing in the Digital Age</title><summary type='text'>Don't write beyond the subject line.In the information age, brevity comes first. I sent the following message to invite my friends to a popular Peruvian restaurant:Near the intersection of Valencia and the 17'th Street sits the legendary Limon restaurant, whose succulent ribeye steaks and tender grilled scallops have earned its reputation far and wide in the Bay Area. To this restaurant I invite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111066031292809921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/letter-writing-in-digital-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111066031292809921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111066031292809921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/letter-writing-in-digital-age.html' title='Letter Writing in the Digital Age'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-111059823605516143</id><published>2005-03-11T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:13:33.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard Exchange</title><summary type='text'>Harvard University did not offer me a job, for one good reason.This year I looked for faculty positions. I sent my application to Harvard University. It lead to the following exchange of letters.*********************************Department of Chemistry and Chemical BiologyHarvard UniversityDear Members of the Search Committee:Please consider my application for the junior faculty position in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/111059823605516143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/harvard-exchange.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111059823605516143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/111059823605516143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2005/03/harvard-exchange.html' title='Harvard Exchange'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-110962400420324890</id><published>2004-05-28T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:14:45.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels in Katana Ya</title><summary type='text'>Sitting with an empty wallet in a restaurant that only accepts cash, I thought of calling a friend, who was at that moment desperately looking for his missing cell phone. It happens to us all. Seeing that "Cash Only" sign hanging on the restaurant door at the end of our solitary meal, and finding to our great dismay that, despite those "accepted everywhere" major credit cards and except for a few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/110962400420324890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2004/05/angels-in-katana-ya.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/110962400420324890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/110962400420324890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2004/05/angels-in-katana-ya.html' title='Angels in Katana Ya'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-108248117518615683</id><published>2004-05-10T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:39:34.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chinese Language Exam</title><summary type='text'>I had one night to fear my imminent devastation.I spent half of my lived life preparing for and taking exams. I excelled in them. They gave me instantaneous satisfaction and self-assurance. From primary school to college, I enjoyed the feeling of triumph after scoring higher than most of my classmates in each exam. Although I was scarcely the top of the class, I was invariably close enough to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/108248117518615683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2004/05/chinese-language-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/108248117518615683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/108248117518615683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2004/05/chinese-language-exam.html' title='The Chinese Language Exam'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797194.post-108233517227689272</id><published>2004-04-26T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:40:05.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backside of a Puzzle</title><summary type='text'>How some classic puzzles can be solved in different ways.I am fond of puzzles, and often trade them with my friends of similar propensities. Over the years I have come across a large number of puzzles. As a result, the stream of new ones that flows my way has dwindled to a trickle. More often than not, I will have recognized a puzzle of past acquaintance before my friends are only half way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/feeds/108233517227689272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2004/04/backside-of-puzzle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/108233517227689272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797194/posts/default/108233517227689272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseblade.blogspot.com/2004/04/backside-of-puzzle.html' title='The Backside of a Puzzle'/><author><name>Chineseblade</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/5190/320/RussianRiver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
