《真的爱你》 amani nakupenda wewe 思念使人奔跑
As a community, a society, a nation, and human species as a whole, we are all together. Anything that lead to improved well-being should always cherished. And the more we look outward and inward, the more we understand our connection with each other and with the world. Even though I am now at the front line of human intellectual yet, it is exciting to realise that what I share can be the foundation of scientific view, international culture of some people, regardless their ages and classes, to help fight against superstitions, protect themselves from rumours, and be brave to set on their own journey to a larger world. It is heroic. And for that I am willing to give my life for these two, exploring and sharing. The basis of science I know. “Standing on the giant’s shoulder, and you shall touch the star”
Open a way to explore this world and share, and you will be the wall breaker. It doesn't matter how small the light you lift, as long as you do it, it will someday grow wide in somebody somewhere. You can't be with them all their lives, but as long as you are here, they can at least learn where and how to find help. Running, sweating, and breathing. Keep moving, and finish that lap! And, what… I nearly lost my consciousness, curled-up and screamed silently with that burning pain in my chest. After running 800 meters every 6 a.m. at my top speed, I popped up, finished my breakfast on my rush back to my homeroom, and tried to stuff my head with poems, equations, and chemical elements. That was my daily routine in eighth grade. It all went well until that moment I mentioned above.
[Quote] I have a secret to reveal. It all starts when I was a little kid. Sun, daylight, water, sparkling golds. I was there standing, amid people who spoke language I don’t understand, Mandarin, I figure. But I was happy, because I found shells half buried in the sand. Their intricate patterns dizzied me. So I dig. Dig down to see more. It was hard at first, but as my hand gets dirtier and dirtier, it went on track. I found fragments of seaweed, turning black. Then some rocks, rougher than the usual pebble I used to know. I should have encounter some crabs, but I didn’t. Then the sand became wet, and alas a damp: mixture of sand and water, applying buoyancy on my hands and trying to lift them to drift. Then suddenly someone pull me up onto his shoulder, and say ‘the tide is up!’ Father. And that is my first memory of the sea. Or at least I think it is, from a picture of me digging in the family album. And since then, I reminisce the feeling of drifting so often, either in my dream or in the reality. The next memory was clearer. It was on a remote island of Malaysia, just like my family always does, somewhere mystic but safely within my ability. I was wandering in the cool morning breeze on the beach with my mother, suddenly froze by a small 5 inches lizard on a tilted coconut tree. It was beautiful. Dotted by little rose patches, its new green scales seem glittering but yet match the atmosphere of the island. I step forward, waring not too close for its alleged long tongue. But then a super large gozira-like 2 metres giant came out of nowhere, tails swiping in the sea water, facing me, a freaked-out 1.6 metres girl feeling dwarfed to 2 years old. I was so fear to hardly scream, and let both of them disappear in my sight, one less than 2s and the other about a century when keep absolute still. I kinda still believe that they were mother and child, so did my mom said, as she was there actually clinging so hard on to my arm. The screen then jumps. It was the same trip. I was barely swimming in my first snorkelling for first time. I just lie there drifting, feeling the buoyant force and waves push me. Sea birds sliding in their white wings and thin legs. Oh, alive. And then my mom shout,” Come! Look! There’s a baby shark! Shark!” so loud that instantly trigger my instinct to flee. As she recalls, I was ‘swimming like a mad marlin fish.’ I drag the stair on the boat, over breathing. How weird that I can actually know how to swim under a presumed danger. But then I sat down, I found myself not shivering. Rather, a strong voice pushed me to the back deck and I see. I saw that whitely grey fin, about 10 to 15 inches. But I scared, though not enough to retreat, and stared at it. It could be a tunnel vision. I feel it stared at me, so I stared back. A species with armour, alive. Now I shivered, somewhat like Lex Luthor meets Superman, weird but for a different reason: admiration of this some sort of communication, interaction between individuals. It was my first time to realise that I live in a enormous ecosystem, the nature, not particular block or cell. And so, I drift. From apartment to apartment, from Guangzhou to Singapore and back again. And on the way, I meet Thai, Philippine, French, Hollander, Swissers, and Americans. And from place to place, I took photos of feet on the ground, on the mud, the sand, the ceramic, the snowy high plain, the old worn rock streets; but I don’t really find I have rooted in somewhere. I would say I have preference, mostly because of the familiarity and suitable weather, but wherever I am, I feel I still live in a large environment, the nature. I saw people pray in the lonely temple on the sea rock at dawn, their hearts beat, their muscles works according to the signals from the brain and the want that come from don’t know where, but simply called “consciousness.” They eat different food along their traditions, which make them most suitable for their origin places to thrive, through the typical chemicals for immune function, suitable calories, specific amount of enzymes. They walk along the boulevard, making use of shades of different trees, raising different crops, petting different stocks, and hunting down different preys. They are so distinct but connected, with each other and with the nature. And I keep drifting. I am taking nutrient from wherever I go, and brings whatever I have to there. But I am still drifting, hoping to grow into a new shelter of others some day.
八月 Rita Tan The hot summer August flew so quick away from me, that I barely felt a taste of it. I took off from UCLA summer session to the Metropolis, New York City. Though shocked by the unusually busy air on the 5th Avenue and the unusual orderliness in the entropy pot, I enjoyed my time wandering from the Empire and Rockefeller rooftops to the dizzying LED screens in Times Square, from the awesome darkness of the Chicago Broadway Show to the nice daylight on the grassland of the Park. It is a charming city, holds your soul once you were there. Then, I go around for some college visits with my parents and Celeste. We stayed in Philadelphia for a good Fish house food and went for the Bell. It’s nice, the city seem to be a well-educated cheerful little lady with proud family history. And there were millions of church there! In Baltimore, I met Johns Hopkins Univ.. She is very beautiful. surrounded by a layer of thick canopy, the campus seemed to be Noah boat among its lower income city neighbours. The delicate machines, elegant and modernised buildings, and the nice students with a little humour were hard to critic to. I like that place, though the Eastern coastline just still seems a little formal. Then we went to Pittsburgh. It seems so familiar, so industrial, and messy, just like Guangzhou. In Pitts you can feel that it is reviving, born from the ash of steel factories and went into a more humane and innovative city with strong engineering, digital, and health fields. I really like the sculpture on one of the medical building. The high land was a mystery but it’s fun to cross so many bridges, kinda inspiring. Later we returned to a very little town just North to New York City, Irvington. It was quiet, beautiful, and historical. People seemed to live a good upper middle class life and lifestyle of the last generation. Kind and generous. But for a city born like me, it would be more likely to say boring except organic food. We first lived in a old aristocrat house and then the Hampton. And I found myself prefer both. Hard to say. Then I studied for SAT, not really hard actually. So now I pray for a higher score, at least 1500 please!!! Then I am back, in Guangzhou, my hometown. I love her. And I started to meet new sophomores and new graduates, glad to share my experience and help them some way. And that’s what I want from my official account. So far. I am super tired.
The trip in East coast is amazing. The secondary, or primary, forest thrive quietly under the bluish grey sky of New England. Mountains come endlessly, drawing a straight tight line at the end of sight. The highway, I-76 and 43, whirl among the corn corps and cows and horses. I prefer those little white flowers and yellow chrysanthemum on the hill as they brought color to the enormous green. And the plates of rock just remind me of Joe and the Carnegie museum. The weather here is even more unstable than that in Canton. The rain in the valley pours down like broken fire hoses wipe out everything around you and force the cars to stop on ramps. While the Sun burns your skin till fully cooked on the museum way. Anyway, when you walk in the campus of Carnegie Mellon, you really don't need sunglasses. And it feels cool in August most of the time. Students are either shorts and tee shirts or silk top and business casual skirts. It feels free but also a more regulated eastern feeling than the UCLA. At least the profs wear ties. The gates center is high tech fancy. People walk around all with codes and models in their mind. Love to hear some words I can understand. Monet's bridge is my favor in the hall. It is more of pink tone than the regular sunrise color of gold. But that describe well the foggy and mysterious warm mood. He uses high light yellow stroke at the top of the tower and the second near bridge stone to create the light. But he also blurs it with a grey-er yellow on the first near stone and create a more sparse random reflection light effect to make the scene soft. But the shadows are more magical. He uses an dark grey blue in the shadow but a purple blue on the dividing line only one stroke, very clear line when look closely. And a green watery blue mix with dark pink on the shadow water and mix with yellow grey in the bridge reflection. His use of grey is fascinating and create the outline of Industrial Age city at the background. If look with a slight 散光眼, you could even feel a bombard of too much details. Tseng's皇后大道东AIDS wallpaper（Love）the crown of labors（Pitts）Dinosaurs
How is traditionalist mixed with cosmopolitanism? from more than the Western perspective and more diverse values Islamic: how do different divisions think? Chinese: schools
Session7 Selya Benhabib (Philosophical Foundations Of Cosmopolitan Norms) 1. 3 Types of Cosmopolitanism 1. Patriotism //Nussbaum 2. Hybridity, Fluidity, recognizing the fractured and internally riven character of human selves and citizens //Kant, Jeremy Waldron 3. !! Cosmopolitanism is a normative philosophy for carrying the universalistic norms of discourse ethics beyond the confines of the nation state //Benhabib!! 2. Human Existenz (Human Condition) -- care of international human rights 3. Rights 1. Domestic Law 2. By treaties among states (@EU) 3. Cosmopolitan Right (@universal hospitality) ** 3 related areas: 1. Crime Against Humanity 2. Humanitarian Interventions 3. Transnational Migration 4. Concept of Sovereignty: (??) -- 1. Kantian Hospitality VS 2. Liberal International Sovereignty 5. The Right to Have Rights: -- is determined by citizenship: @WWII experience 6. The Rights of the citizen and the Rights of man 7. 2 Paradoxes 1. Uphold human rights VS will of democratic majorities 2. Democracies cannot chose the boundaries of their own membership democratically. Session 8.1 Richard Rorty (The Unpatriotic Academy) 1. Richard Rorty: 1. Anti-Philosopher's Philosopher -- don't agree with all the 'group' studies (ethnic) 2. Patriotism Liberalism✔️ 3. Citizenship 4. Pluralism VS Multiculturalism 1. Pluralism: groups coexisting while share a common national identity and pride -- hard to define how one SHOULD conceive an identity (proud of differentthings) 2. Multiculturalism: groups remain sepaate, recognize and appreciate the differences among one another Session 8.2 Martha S. Nussbaum (For the Love of Country: 1st cosmo by Benhabib) 1. Tagore's The Home and the World *Bimala: young wife: patriot cosmopolitan *Sandip: friend: patriot *Nikhil: the husband, Hindu landlord: cosmopolitan 2. Cosmopolitan Education 1. learn more about ourselves 2. learn to solve problems that require international cooperation 3. recognize moral obligations to the rest of the world are real, or otherwise unrecognized 4. learn to make a consistent and coherent argument based on distinctions we are prepared to defend //learn to imagine others morally; able to relate 3. Being a World Citizen 1. But cosmopolitanism does not require, in any case, that we should give equal attention to all parts of the world. -- The Concentric Circle: from family community nation the entire world -- helping things aroun you is also a contribution -- should still pay attention to close one, not cold as ice Session 9 James Cuno (The Cosmopolitan Museum) 1. Ibn Battuta: 白图泰 --Cosmopolitan Museum: concentrated travel experience 2. Plaque of a War Chief: -- the artworks tell stories: historical value //cosmo education? 3. Cold Mountain: -- Translation: inspired by diverse styles -- artistical value 4. Kosmopolites/ Globlaized World -- care about the roots routes of the artworks 5. Encyclopedic Museum: 1. representation of the world 2. promote tolerance and understanding of the difference between people (@马来西亚娘惹) 3. shared sense of history //thus against definitive 'national' args. Session 10 The Great Wall