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    April 15

    J. A. Samaranch talks about torch relay of Beijing 2008

    Update Apr 18, 2008: Correct some mistranslations.

    (This is a translated version of http://www.lavanguardia.es/lv24h/20080413/53455297617.html. I have checked wording against http://www.rae.es and http://www.merriam-webster.com to ensure accuracy within the reach of my capability. Critiques welcomed.)

    If they want to punish China, it is unjust to utilize the Games

    In a very special day for Juan Antonio Samaranch (Barcelona, 1920), on which sports come to have a ministry at last1, his old aspiration since years ago, the ex-president of the International Olympic Committee expressed to this daily his disappointment at "the campaign" against China that affects the Olympic torch relay of Beijing.

    You always defended that China deserved an Olympic Games.

    I have never doubted that. It has a quarter of the world population and has developed in an impressing manner, also in the sport. It is a great power. And a people of 1,400 million habitants has all the right to organize an Olympic Games.

    Right questioned and that causes protests everywhere...

    What is happening in the journey of the torch of Beijing ´08 is a lesson for the future. The relay of the Olympic flame has to be national, only in the country that organizes the Games, not international. This excess goes against everything.

    Does the election of China obliges it any change in its politics?

    No, in nothing. Politics is politics and sport is sport. And if there are complaints against China [people] should bring them to suitable forums to express them, like the United Nations. A politic forum, but not taking advantage of the Olympic Games for the repercussion that they have across the world. If they want to punish a country for what it is, they should utilize neither sport nor the Games. Why don't they do so in economy or commerce?

    Does China deserve the punishment?

    In no way. I have known the country since years ago and its change is extraordinary. And above all in the welfare of its people, which lives no much better. From a country that suffered from famines and all kinds of calamities it has changed into another prosperous one, with a two-digit increase during so many years that it has changed completely. I have a great respect for China. When I was in trouble - the Communist boycott of Los Angeles´84-, China supported me with its participation in that Games.

    How do you rate what happens with the torch relay of Beijing ´08: instinctive reaction of the people or something prepared?

    When there are violent acts as in Paris and London it is disagreeable and unacceptable, and those are not a coincidence. I hope that the worst has passed. I would say that what there is is a manuever against China.

    Do they question the post-Samarach IOC and your successor Jacques Rogge on these events?

    No. Since my leave in 2001 the Olympism is on a very good route and has Rogge as a great president. It is a difficult moment but he will succeed, and Beijing´08 will be a success, especially for him.

    What can be done now?

    We have to know about the Chinese to find out to which point we can reach to ask for something o how to negociate with them. They are very sensible. And, besides, they don't need a lesson in international politic relations. Let's hope that the torch relay, which cannot be changed now, ends up the best possible. When the Games begins everything is forgotten.

    Do you resent hearing talks of boycott?

    It is a word that no longer exists in the Olympic dictionary. It now serves for nothing but only punishing the athletes of the country that boycotts. If the politicians do so in the opening ceremony, apart from making little sense, it in fact has little importance. If they don't go, the whole world stays very calm. What is important of that act is to have there the 10,000 participating athletes.


    1Refers to the establishment of Spain's Ministry of Education, Social Politics and Sport.

    December 27

    Les Misérables

    By the title I am referring to the musical. Novel, as is Victor Hugo's original work, remains a noun capable of scaring me off. Just like the case of Phantom of the Opera, I only came across the musical in TN's mentioning. I have not viewed the musical itself, only listening to the 10th anniversary concert. And again, what has caught my heart so far is music. From the opening of Work Song in the prolog to the reprise of Do You Hear the People Sing? in the epilog, although no elements of acting are present, the scenes feel as if they were right on show.

    Among all major characters, Javert in particular intrigues me. Javert was an police inspector with unbending principles – the justice in his mind and his duty as an inspector, which supported his long-lasting pursuit of Jean Valjean, the hero of the story, for years with resolute and probably obstinate persistence. Such a Javert is best depicted by the aria Stars in the middle of Act I, whose rendition by Philip Quast, the original Australian cast of the role, is brilliant. However, it is also these principles that drove Javert to commit suicide. Owing a debt of mercy to the very man whom he had been pursuing for years, he apparently found himself entangled in a torturing dilemma. He was unable to find any choice but end his life, which might be condemned as an error (as reads the line 'Y mi vida fue un error' in the Spanish version), by throwing himself into the Seine. There seems to be a tradition or legend concerning the French police that some police officers would track down their criminals across dozens of years. I heard before of a real-life French police officer who chased his target since his 20s until he was 74, when he eventually got his convict. We can speculate on their motives. Maybe it is the belief justice must be practiced that backed their decisions. If the law is compromised, someone has to pay the price. Javert had the chance but chose not to turn Valjean over to the law. He paid for his choice with his life.

    As an off-topic remark, the Wikipedia entry on the songs from the musical indicates that the aforementioned Do You Head the People Sing? appeared in the television coverage of the '89 incident. This really triggers some imagination of mine about the Christmas Eve conflict in Nankai University.

    November 11

    Love Letter ending

    Tonight again I watched Love Letter (1995). I did not follow each detail, for I had watched the film a couple of times before. Frankly speaking, up till now, I still do not quite catch the idea which the film is supposed to convey. Yet one thing remains unchanged every time I watch it and with that something the film always demonstrates a lasting and penetrating power capable of reaching the very depth of the soul.

    That thing is music. Specifically I am referring to the ending song titled Small Happiness. I myself am not a musicologist and thus unable while finding it unnecessary to explain how the notes create an overwhelmingly comforting effect. It sounds just magical to me that this simple and mellifluent melody, not aided by any heart-breaking rhythm but materialized by an unaffected coordination of piano and strings equipped with well-tuned echoes, renders immense peace in the heart, a silenced sense that a vast spread of white after intensive snow provides as was filmed. Really a great remedial piece.

    November 09

    Italian

    I am unable to explain why and how I developed the interest in languages – it just struck me years ago. Occasionally when I skim through pages randomly in Wikipedia, I would browse to entries on languages, the choices decided mostly by recent experiences (French, for example, during the days when I enjoyed the musical Notre Dame de Paris) and covering a relatively narrow range – I am almost wholly focused on the Romance languages such as French as well as Spanish.

    My recent interest of language shall be in Italian. The reason lies in that kby has been approved of admission in a Sino-Italian collaborative two-year double master degree program in international management. The first graduate year is to be spent in Fudan while the second one will contingently be assigned to studies in either of Università Bocconi and LUISS, which are both located in Italy. This necessarily implies that she has to study the Italian language in order that she will not be trapped in difficulties, at the least in daily life abroad.

    My first encounter with Italian dates back to the secondary school days. A friend of mine who was fond of western music began his attempt at learning the language out of a burst of zeal but gave up without my noticing. The most profound impressions that he left in me concerning this issue was his repeated mentioning of the words ciao and in that the former can indicate both 'hello' and 'goodbye' while the latter has exactly the same meaning in English and Italian.

    Likely, kby is serious with the language. Yesterday she had me download and send her a scanned-and-compiled-in-PDF copy of the textbook Corso Intensivo D'italiano (or, put literally into English, An Intensive Course of Italian), accompanied by a (bulky) collection of 208 mp3's converted from the attached tapes. (These files virtually served as materials for testing Gmail's ability to handle mails stuffed with tens of attachments. Not surprisingly, Gmail slowed down in response, but after all it worked.)

    Turning to Lesson One, or as the book says, Prima Lezione, I find it not difficult for me. Without referring to the vocabulary immediately below the text I can follow the text without much trouble, thanks to the help of my elementary knowledge of Spanish. Sometime in the past I read that to Spanish speakers Italian sounds just like a dialect of even closer relation to Spanish than some languages spoken in the Spanish territory. Three examples extracted from the lesson to verify the point:

    Italian Spanish English
    grazie gracia thanks
    perché porqué why
    sperare esperar to hope

    While the grazie-gracia and sperare-esperar pairs look close enough in appearance, the relation between perché and porqué may not seem that obvious at the first glance. Dissecting the words gives the answer: per and por both mean 'for', while che (yes, the ending e has no grave) and qué both mean 'what', hence it is no surprise that perché and porqué both mean 'for what', which is exactly what why means.

    (Writing has been paused for roughly 11 hours before continuation.)

    Perhaps it is better to conclude this post before my mind goes excessively wild. Unconsciously I have developed it to be longer than a single page. So this sentence marks the end.

    October 21

    Ricky Martin's Life in hand

    Just a few days ago I purchased Ricky's latest album, Life, from Joyo. Since fall 2004, when I came to the university, I have cared much less about some of leisure stuffs that I enjoyed before, say, listening to CDs, watching football games, and etc.. Thus it is unsurprising that only until most recently when I randomly walk through pages in Firefox did I notice Ricky released the album in 2005 after Almas del Silencio in 2003.

    After listening to all 10 tracks recorded in the CD, I can only find myself less interested in the album, possibly because its style does not match my appetite as well as expectation. In my sense, the album lacks the Latin features which mark Ricky and which are most notably found in the earlier La Historia, for the only one song, namely This Is Good, I believe perfectly matches what is called Latin. And the two songs with the lyric style, which I have always preferred, Stop Time Tonight and Save the Dance, are less impressing the those found in Almas del Silencio such as Tal Vez, Si Tú Te Vas, Asignatura Pendiente, and Y Todo Queda en Nada.

    And now I can find my Almas del Silencio CD nowhere. Hope that I have not had it lost.

    October 15

    Starry Starry Night

    On the way back to dorm, accompanied by three CS sophomores, an unconscious movement of raising my head revealed before my eyes a starry night sky. I immediately recognized Orion, a lovely arrangement of seven bright stars which we Chinese conveniently name as 'Shenxiu' (参宿) I through VII. With some brief glances I discerned Gemini, Auriga and Cassiopeia as well. This had me recall those exceptional sights that I enjoyed during my freshman year in the countryside astronomical observations in Gubeikou, a small village on the border amid Beijing and Hebei. Memory remains fresh and vivid although it is almost three years ago, in November 2004, that I was first astounded by hundreds, probably thousands, of stars, bright and dim, that scattered throughout the immense ether of darkness. Thinking of the scene, I, as I did at the time, am evoked of a sentiment of catharsis, which deprives me of any fantasy of human reform of the nature – in comparison of such a overwhelming infinity, mankind is much too insignificant and transitory to create anything truly noticeable. Since quite some ago I have wished that some day I spend another night in the countryside and renew my memory of a starry night. When will this dream ever come true?
    October 13

    Guangzhou Pharmaceutical promoted

    Guangzhou Pharmaceutical have been able to come back from behind and run out 4-2 winners this afternoon in a tight home Chinese First Division clash with Beijing Insititute of Technology, fulfilling yet another victory in the team's aspiration to attain league title with an unbeaten record. Guangzhou have secured its place in the next season's Premier League after claiming three points last week away in Shanghai in a match also closely contended.

    The promotion of Guangzhou stimulates me to reorganize my thoughts of Guangzhou football. My first memory dates back to 1994, when the first edition of what then called Chinese First Division Group A was played. Guangzhou finished the season under the name Guangzhou Apollo as runners-up. But after that, the team seemed to be caught in an unfortunate trend, with its final position in the league table approaching the bottom year after year, and was eventually relegated from the top category of Chinese professional football in 1998. Since then I have little watched live coverage of the team's matches, a change from previous practice for which I cannot make out a reason now. And fragments of memory make up all that I can remember of these nine years of Guangzhou football: last-miniute redemption from relegation in 2000, denial of promotion in 2001, etc..

    Guangzhou becoming a Premier League side, what can I expect of it next year? Summarizing the bits of phenomena I have observed of Chinese football, the only conclusion I can draw is the cliche that Chinese football is definitely not something that can be explained with any rational mind. It may be regarded as a miracle that Kaiserslautern won Bundesliga immediately after promotion, yet if the case is duplicated in China, it can possibly be easily accepted. With such a point of view as the starting point, I decide not to trouble myself with the question. Well, whether they will be battling against relegation or competing to be champions or merely aimed at a respectable position, the phrase 'good luck and best wishes' always fits.

    October 11

    Content separation

    Following RoBa's example in separating different contents in two independent blogs, I also set up two. This one, which you are reading, is generally dedicated to covering issues concerning my life, while the other one, located at http://styc1986.spaces.live.com, is mainly intended to contain the so-called "articles on technology." Both sites welcome your kind visits.
    October 09

    Laptop down

    Just one day after kby's laptop went down, so did mine (and I said to kby, 'We are bound to be a couple, for even our laptops fail in a pair.'). Yesterday morning when I booted it as usual it responded me with an unusual message: the system registry hive was corrupt. With some unfortunate effort attempting to restore it to a working state, I had to resort to the recovery CDs as remedy, which would wipe out every bit of data previously stored in my C Drive. Now, imaginably, my laptop has a fresh installation of Windows XP and is completely free from pirate softwares. One thing to mourn is that I have lost a good collection of documents. Yet to my relief, I can remember few of their titles.
    September 01

    Wrestle between Reason and Humanity

    When roaming around the Dayoo.com forum, I noticed a reemerged debate about a lawyer's bitter accusal of some peasant workers' evasion of counsel fees. Opinions were no novelty: some argued for the lawyer while others against him. Revilement at the employers who defaulted wages, while it existed, was occasional. Neither side of the debate achieved an advantage over its opponent. Later, both sides shifted to "greet" each other with appellations like "idiots" and "rascals."

    Debate having been replaced by personal attacks, nothing more could make any sense. What a tough task it is to be reasonable! The hardship never lies in the difficulty to explain the theory, but rather that a refutation can somehow exist regardless of how exact and sound the reasoning may be: a coin always has a second side, even though it is a distorted one. This frequently triggers a sense of powerlessness within a reasonable person, especially in the situation where reason is intermixed with a mass-agitating view of ethics and humanity and aided by argumentum ad personam, which can sometimes be overwhelming. And this is exactly what the lawyer have suffered – being heckled with the question "Now that you have been willing to help the (impoverished) peasant workers, who possess a seemingly lower social status, claim their defaulted wages, how can you mercilessly demand them of paying counsel fees?" As a matter of fact, when ethics and humanity are cast aside just for the moment, the issue which the lawyer is encountered with is clear: he earns his own living, though it may be a luxurious one. At any rate, a payment shall be obligatory, albeit a negotiation on fee reduction is possible.

    Upon reaching the last post on the last page, I came across a copy of an essay titled Do Not Force Lawyers into Peasant Workers, from near whose ending I excerpted a fragment translated into what follows, which I believe is so conclusive as to be more forceful than plain reasoning:

    Our culture has an inclination to overvalue deeds, binding to them an unaffordable (moral) cost. If the altruism that lies behind them comes in fact accompanied by preconditions, such a blemish will immediately be mourned as though gods were disappointingly found to use toilets. But it is never an established fact in the first place that gods never suffer from natural calls.

    This really makes the point. As per Abraham Marlow's hierarchy of demands, the lawyer pursued the higher-level demands of self-actualization and esteem before seeking to secure the lower-level one of proprietary security. If he is solely denied of the right to aspire after the latter, with what can he be expected to continue his pursuit of the former?

    September 18

    Oh weight!

    University days are undoubtedly the best period to gain weight I've ever known of. Don't try to argue with me. Knowing a little bit about the weight of the Sichuan guy who occupies the bed above mine will convince you of my view.

    In September 2004, when he and I first arrived at PKU as freshmen, discovering such a big boy, I asked him about his weight. He told me that it was 162 catties. And in the subsequent days, I'd got a feeling that he was getting bigger slowly. Though the daily change was beyond perception, it was not the case as things accumulated.

    The most dramatic thing happened just a few weeks ago when he came back from home to the dormitory. Standing before me was a man with a shape that looked extremely close to round. When asked again of his weight, he said, '192 catties.' Well, what a 18% rise in two years! Actually the figure almost doubled that of the third guy in the room.

    Now when I get down to sleep every night, I indeliberately starting imagining that the iron frame of the double-deck bed would collapse. Though it still reside in imagination only, I take it certain that I would have no chance escaping the disaster should it fail. That's just horrible.

    In the case of my weight, it has grown too. During the last semeter I simply had too many night meals outside the university (working till late is always a good reason for such meals). But I do believe my father's claim of an increase of 30 catties is as irrealistic as Mars crashing into the earth.

    September 15

    A new space, a new world.

    There is little hesitation in my deciding to start my second weblog, yet it does take me a long time to notice the necessity of making the decision.

    Back at the beginning of the second semester of my freshman year, I thought that I should get myself devoted to something. Then I found the ACM/ICPC, which, I believed, would possibly become a means for continuing my unfulfilled OI dream in high school. Then for next one year and a half, I spent so much time on it, step by step accumulating the number of solved problems from ten to over twelve hundred. It indeed was of great fun.

    Now as I step into my second and last year as a contestant, however, some thoughts have gradually emerged in my brain that I have probably missed many things with values comparable to that of the contest, the clearest one that I recognize among which is the colorful life style on the campus.

    Perhaps it sounds a bit ridiculous that somebody would spend all day on some specialized website browsing through pages almost aimlessly while leave the only university BBS ID untouched for four whole months. This really happens on me, though it seems positively unimaginable for "normal" students.

    There have to be changes. I have to step outside of the circle of the contest. I have to get myself more involved in the true life as a student.

    Keeping records of interesting details of life is one way to materialize the changes. Discover such details with penetration, put them into short paragraphs and share them with friends.

    That is why I have decided to start this second weblog. From now on, I will occasionally post up some words covering the little wonders of life, such as newly-heard dormitory jokes/hoaxes and complaints about those tough-looking courses, etc.. I hope you, my dear readers, will have the same enjoyment as I find.