To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer,to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.

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Brian Knappenberger talks about his new film, the life and legacy of Aaron Swartz, and the troubling trends that survive the Internet activist.

The Internet’s Own Boy details how F.B.I. and Secret Service agents went after members of Swartz’s inner circle. Knappenberger says, “They told Aaron’s father they wanted to make an example out of him, but an example of what? What kind of behavior were they trying to deter? The majority of Aaron’s activity was about social organizing and getting people involved in their government. The notion that Aaron was some sort of quasi-celebrity hacker who needed to be made an example of is absurd and unsophisticated.”

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Aaron said, "Really? Are you making the world a better place or are you just making things to waste people’s time? Do you know what made the world bad to begin with? If you genuinely make the world better how do you quantify that? How do you test the impact you’re having on the world?’ There’s a real sense that Aaron didn’t fit into that world."
The first time I start to rethink about the crazy money-driven startup world, like 17 billion Uber or million-dollar investment of Yo 

The Day America Fell in Love with the World Cup

newyorker:

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John Cassidy on why America has finally embraced the World Cup: http://nyr.kr/1pb2NFT

“Not so long ago, Americans regarded soccer as a game to play rather than as a spectator sport. Now there are entire cable channels devoted to the English Premier League and other club competitions. But there’s more to this than technological determinism and other long words. This World Cup is turning out to be a wonderful one, full of thrilling games.”

Photograph by Leo Correa/AP.

Umm…I guess Americans don’t want to be left behind any sorts of party time? especially, it’s a world-class one.

(Source: newyorker.com)

Washington Square Fountain Run #Summer #Solstice2014  

An Adventure to Coney Island

One of my good friends held a birthday party at Coney Island yesterday. I was invited. Thanks her giving me the chance and courage to take 37 stations (I didn’t make any typo, yes, 37) from my place to THE island. I thought the island were in another state, or allowing me to describe as, in another planet. 

The experience commuting under the city for one and a half hours was not something sweet in the stuffy and WIFI-unavailable train. It’s acceptable stink garbage scattered along the railroads for centuries; it’s entertaining to watch two mice fighting for the stale pretzel there; it’s bearable no AC in the waiting area; But, it’s absolutely not OK with disconnection with the world. Com’on MTA. Consider human’s newly-bred, ultra-desperate, fundamental need developed on Maslow’s theory — WIFI, please! 

A thing puzzles me quite often is the name of the street and avenues’ names. For newcomers or tourists like me, it’s convenient to find the way in Manhattan no matter it’s on either One Avenue or 86th Street. Just follow the numbers. Brooklyn is a new place to a Manhattan-Queens commuter. When the train radio broadcast Avenue Q and Avenue X, it still astonished me a bit. New Yorkers are not only crazy at numbers but alphabets as well, literally. Was it too simple, too difficult or too lazy for the one who named them? I hope someone can feed my curiosity.

When the train approached the final stop, I saw the ferris wheel and roller coasters from the window. Coney Island is a smaller version of Disneyland, an amusement park with sands and beaches. To sun-worshippers and free people, the island probably is the closet heaven for New Yorkers. 

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E.B.White said, “I’m not defending New York in this regard. Many of its settlers are probably here merely to escape, not face, reality.” The island is perfect for city escape. Sexy Bikinis, tanned hunks, topless and strapless everywhere. Loads of eye-candies. Wine and beer aroma disseminated, a smell of marijuana looming. Tipsy and Binge. I don’t know whether it’s legal to have hemp in the public. The party somewhere here get a little bit wild though. 

We stuck to our tradition. Chips, sodas, watermelons, board games, and chitchats. All well behaved. Taking off the shirts merely wearing bikinis or bathing trunks confidently was not born-and-bred Chinese’s type of thing. I’m one of them. I preferred to appreciating others’ gorgeous shapes and curves more. The spotlight of others’ eyes will get the pressure on me, especially the eyes on my fatty thighs. Good thing is, the peer pressure drives me to the gym as soon as possible before next summer party comes. 

Sorry, No photos of bikinis or hunks. My iPhone rejected to catch any of them.

One day you’re the cock of the walk, the next a feather duster.

Two Things that Most Americans Don’t Care

World Cup and Soccer.

Piers Morgan is such a sarcastically-funny news anchorman, a typical British good at playing black humor and a loyal fan of Arsenal - my fav team as well. When the 3rd match of 2014 World Cup started, Netherlands vs Spain, he tweeted

Van Pursestrings vs Cheques Fabregas. Any way they can both lose?

Two former captains of Arsenal, Robin van Persie and Cesc Fabregas, vowed to be Gunners for life. Both broke their promise and bite their tongues. One joined the Manchester United and one came back to London again but in Blue (Arsenal is in red), a Chelsea midfielder in the next Premier League season.

As the London derby team, MU and Chelsea are the life-time dead enemies against Arsenal. Now and then, they were wearing and will be wearing enemy’s team shirts and play against their ex-host. As a fan, that’s one of the most unbearable things in this planet since both captains failed to lead the team to win the Champion League or the Premier League. More worse and sorrowful, we have to see them lead your enemies to hold the cup once or again. 

Cesc once said, “If you see me wear blue, you have permission to kill me.” I may consider to buy a flight ticket, do what he wants and permits and hopefully, get the reimbursement for this mission.  

Pursestrings and Cheques maybe a bit over-exaggerates the situation. After all, few players will stay in one team for life in the sports. Not everyone is Steven Gerrard for Liverpool. To fulfill some mission unaccomplished is the leftover dream to be a great athlete. As a fan, a better practical way to  ease our pain is to condemn, mock or even curse them, but eventually wish them best luck!

When the Dutch made their revenge against Spain for what happened four years ago and thrashed the defending champion, Cesc’s face was so sad and I’m sad as well. I realize the opposite of love is not hate. 

 

If the World’s Most Popular Blogger Opens a Restaurant @New York, its Brochure Looks Like…

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A little backgrounder about: Han Han

China’s most popular blogger, a rebellious and cynical writer, a best-selling novelist, an opinion leader of the post-80s generation, a spokesperson for the Chinese Millennials, a high school drop-out rebel. Han prefers being known as a professional race-car driver, a three-year-old girl’s father and a restaurant owner.

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Got a free Starbucks today from my $0 Reward Card, saw “No Experience is ever wasted. Everything has meaning.”

Your Personal Steep Time, Oprah Winfrey