jimmy crack corn

caught this saying on last night's seinfeld. learned that it's from a subversive civil war song, blue-tailer fly, in which a slave sings about how his master got drunk, fell, hit his head, and died. like many old stories/expressions, there are different versions to follow. but we now use it for a common purpose, as sung by the slave, "and i don't care".

folksongs are always interesting to discover, like "cats in the cradle", very southern and slightly sad.

honeymoon ended

这个空白的thanksgiving正式宣告，与atlanta的蜜月期结束了。it's frightening now; it's speechlessly frightening.

back to the gym

thanks to a sweating experience at my friend's gym of his university, i decided to join my own gym. so here comes the lame and unavoidable la fitness. tonight i'm back to yoga and swimming.

one of the reasons that i'm not a fan of working out is that it's just too repeatative. yoga is a good example. i am always high on it when i start off, with new teachers and new sets of poses. then the challenge and freshness are gone, and when i need to repeat the poses, i'm off. following the same logic, i can never be on a running machine or whatever; it's repeating itself from the very beginning.

this time, i dun know how long i will keep up. it's just one of the things i cannot control in my life; so let it be what it's got to be.

"goodby, lenin!"

一个说给母亲的谎言，一个说给一代人的谎言。超越所有社会变革动荡的，是平常人的爱心。

google's digitization

Some examples of google's digitization program's efforts:
http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/preserving-public-domain-books.html.

i'm leaving all the disputes to business men, scholars, legislators, and politicians. just one comment: they do need some good reading tool. the interface is a disgrace to big names like google.