皆さん、こんにちは、私はイアンです。
私は3か月には何もポストしませんが、「サマーウォーズ」の映画を見って、感じがあるのは自分の意見にこのブログでプレゼントしたいです。
「サマーウォーズ」で、アニメのフォマートを使って、科学技術に進んで注意することを表現します。特に、人工知能 (artificial Intelligence, AI) の被害な可能性と危ないことに楽しい方法に紹介します。
ストーリーで、皆はバーチャルリアリティ(virtual reality, VR)で生活します。 そして、一つ数学天才はそのVRの安全なコードに破解したり、AIは世界中の使用者のアカウント情報を盗んだりします。最後で、数学天才と友達に一緒にAIが勝ちます。
一番大きいメッセージは科学技術に過度の依存という事です。例えば、今、ネットが便利すぎるなので、皆さんは大切な個人情報がネットで保存するし、生活機能もネットを使うし、安全性についての問題があるのは影響が巨大だと思う。だたら、皆さんは「安全性」の意識が無くてはいけません。
Hello there. Disclaimer: this blog post has nothing to do with my college essay. I just think this out of blue.
After reading the following two paragraphs, I am 100% sure that you’ll ask this question: Who is she? And my job is to give just enough clues so that 99.9% of you will guess her identity incorrectly. One thing before we move on: she was my green light (not in Gatsby-Buchanan soap drama sense), the light that is no longer visible.
Back in elementary school, I would finish off all my homework, attend to all of my duties, and then… take a sneak peak at her. Why wouldn’t I? I made my first eye contact with her dreamy eyes, first physical step toward her fading back, and first legible phrase about her silver hair. Today was no different; she was there, still the same figure, still equally perfect. Actually, that’s an understatement.
As a kid, I always wondered why God forgot to close a window for her: her intellectual acuteness easily paralleled to that of Albert Einstein’s; her caring sentiments bore a close resemblance to that of Mother Teresa’s; and her mastery of the rhetorical triangle transcended all politicians. With all these qualities, she could easily become the most popular and powerful person in the world when she graduates from an Ivy League of her choice, yet she preferred sitting next to me and felt somewhat resigned by my incompetence.
That’s all. If you feel so compelled, please take a guess on her identity, and if you get it right, I’ll buy you two bags of chips (I’m not kidding, as long as you give me your mailing address).
She is not my sister (second closest thing to perfection in my life though), mother, any biological relative, romantic partner (sadly), nor classmate. In fact, I don’t even know her, because…
Martin, Pablo. “Confused Nick Young Meme.” Redbubble, https://www.redbubble.com/people/rustysp00ns/works/30475316-confused-nick-young-meme?p=art-print
Whether you are hurt by this top 10 betrayal or slightly grin at the stupidity of me writing 300 words about nothing, I hereby invite you to reread those 300 words (I know). Then, think about how many times in your life, as a student, have you desired to become as perfect as her. How many times have you been jealous of others’ merits and “wondered why God forgot to close a window for him/her”? How many times have you dreamed about being perfect then felt “somewhat resigned by your incompetence”?
Many times, I assume. Yet, in the end, that ideal version of yourself would always wane; no matter how fast you think you were running toward it, it all felt like infant steps behind her back as she faded in front of your eyes. Perfection is “the orgastic green light that year by year recedes before us.” (Fitzgerald 180) She’s the ghost, the disillusion that year by year haunted me.
I was once a pursuer of perfection, mindlessly chasing after perfect scores in every single field. I once viewed perfection as the lone confirmation of self-worth, secretly cursing at any careless mistakes. I must admit it was a tiring yet unrewarding experience. Even with that, I remained hopelessly far from what I envisioned myself to be. My advice? Don’t try to be perfect, it’s a dream not worth chasing.
Ed Sheeran. “Ed Sheeran – Perfect (Official Music Video).” Youtube. Web. Sep. 13, 2018.
Mr. Bishop often tells me that “you can’t control everything in your college applications.” Once in a while, substitute college applications with life, and boy!, life becomes so much easier yet equally fulfilling.
One question remains though. If you could, without perceptible effort, be perfect, would you? See you next time.
Hello there.
Strangely, my mom loves The Great Gatsby; she read the Chinese version, the easier English version, and now she wants me to lend her the original version (Carraway’s unnecessarily prolix writing scared her off after one page, however). But why is she so interested? Daisy’s vanity? Gatsby’s green light? Message for capitalism? The decline of the American Dream? Probably, but not totally. Today, we take a look at the Fitzgerald’s top life advice to those who are forced to pick up his book at seventeen.
She and her husband were both dead, literally.
I assume that you are likely a novice in romantic relationships (at least I am) even though time has changed. If so, The Great Gatsby might be a pleasurable read for you.
Through his characterization of that poor George Wilson, Fitzgerald clearly discourages the continuation of marriage if it is unworthy. Even when his wife, Myrtle Wilson, was always doing some gold mining with Tom, George remained pathetically fidel, or as Carraway observed, “He was his wife’s man and not his own” (Fitzgerald 136). Moral of this book: don’t ever be that tryhard in maintaining your relationship with your partner. Be Elsa in Frozen if necessary. Speaking of which…
Gabs Silva “I am never going back The past is in the past Let it go.” Youtube. Web. 20 Aug. 2014.
Even as a seventeen-year old who still has a long way (or not) to go, I cannot resist that once-in-a-while nostalgia when I collected the final star in Super Mario Galaxy Two or the days when I was good at Chinese (like really, #1-in-the-school, good). Tempting as the past is, Fitzgerald consistently cautions against it throughout the book. Just imagine the endless possibilities that would’ve emerged between Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan if the former had not forced the latter to say “I never loved him [Tom Buchanan]” (Fitzgerald 132). Gatsby’s preoccupation with the past proved to be his hamartia, one in which he forfeited his life for. In your final year before adulthood, you better look forward, run faster, stretch farther… And one fine morning —
Green Light IR by Dave Firth via Flickr CC BY 2.0
Does a desire to go To The Lighthouse count as a dream?
Remember back in the beginning when Carraway says, “It is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.” (Fitzgerald 2)? This quote, quite soberly, foreshadows Gatsby’s imminent downfall since his dream – whether it be Daisy Buchanan or money – is full of “foul dust”; in Fitzgerald’s view, temporary ascent to material wealth is a mundane objective that eventually suffices an equally magnificent anticlimax.
Whether you agree with his pessimistic view of capitalism or not (I still don’t, in case somebody wonders if I’ve changed), it is universally true you should never sweat over a pointless goal, like studying calculus five hours straight for a quiz or supporting the San Diego Padres. Otherwise, you will beat against the current and be borne back ceaselessly into the past…
Before we part ways, I must say the last page of The Great Gatsby is the most beautiful page I’ve ever read in my life. It prompts an intriguing question though: what constitutes a good dream? Let me know in the comments. See you next time!
Hi, everyone, this is Ian. It’s been a long time since I wrote the blog post in English, but here we are.
Today’s topic features Princess Mononoke – a movie crafted by the renowned director Hayao Miyazaki -, which outlines Prince Ashikata’s, who is cursed by demonic spirits as he attempts to find the cure, unlikely adventure into a village experiencing a conflicting choice between iron and environment. As we shall see later, Princess Mononoke reflects a moral dilemma in current society…
Whilst portrayed through an animated landscape this movie is able to reveal the struggle between an ideological utopia as desired by the “animal gods” and a materialistic pursuit favoured by Lady Eboshi and her followers. Although the message is intricate, and perhaps even subtle, Miyazaki potentially partakes in the perspective of the “animal gods” where a symbiotic coexistence between nature and humanity engenders a much more utilitarian success. This partiality can be deduced from Miyazaki’s detailed portrayals of bloodshed and villainous humans, which are effective tools in inciting viewers’ negative emotions toward humans’ incessant destructions of natural preserves. Thus, Princess Mononoke is a critique on current society.
As much as I respect Miyazaki’s warnings in Princess Mononoke, I do not fully subscribe to his ideology. I consider capitalistic gain to be more important than natural protection since it is the underpinning concept and the fundamental operative of current society. From my perspective, the concerns for natural environment should not impede the necessary progress humans intend as we evolve as a better species.
Overall, the contents and drawings are very representative of Miyazaki’s style, so I would definite recommend this movie. Simply put, Princess Mononoke is a classic for both newcomers and followers of Miyazaki’s animations alike.
That will do it for this blog post. See you next time!
みなさん、こにちは、私はイアンです。最近、日本語クラスでインスタントラーメンという日本で発明されたことを勉強しているので、今日は他にの国の研究したいです。それは、アメリカの電子レンジです。
Retrieved from Google Image. The Danger of Microwave Cooking by Sarah, published on Jan 25, 2018.
電子レンジは1946年にパーシースペンサー(Percy Spencer) が発明されました。第二次世界大戦の科学研究をした時、マイクロ波を使うのはいろいろなものがもうすぐ暑くなるので、マイクロ波のプロパティは毎日ことで利用したいです。だから、電波のより食品などを発熱させる調理機器の電子レンジを発明しました。
以前、鶏肉やりんごパイという美味しい食べ物はオーブンを調理しまして、3時間ぐらいはかかるのは遅いでしたが、今そんな食べ物電子レンジを使って10分いただきます。電子レンジは短い時間が調理できるので、本当に便利です。それ以外、あなたもすごいクックになれます！
私はいつも未来の科学技術はみたいので、タイムマシンを発明したほうが完璧だと思います。無理ですが、未来の世界をみえるのは私 (みなさんも)の夢です。
じゃ、ここで終わります。ありがとうございます。
Yolo everyone. This might be the weirdest blog post you’ve ever seen because it is not supposed to be one in the first place…
I watch and play baseball every single week; however, I have a lot of bad experiences with it- that I have been hit by a fastball right in my head, that I was hit by a bat, that I broke my arm when throwing. Despite all these miserable incidents I have with baseball, I still love it undoubtably. Possibly, it is because the god who created me made me love baseball in any circumstances, while most importantly, family affection is the key to developing or cultivating my interests.
Another interest of mine is Weiqi, or Chinese Go, which I have been learning for ten years. Weiqi is a two-people game that each competitor needs to get as many territory as possible.(though it is way more harder and complicated than just conquering more territory.) Weiqi lets me encounter a lot of difficult situations and leads me to the right way. Nonetheless, in actuality, I am always frustrated with it due to the failures it has given me: being defeated crushingly. These frustrations allow me to face the the most difficult situations fearlessly, dauntlessly, and eventually solve them with logical understandings from mathematics.
Speaking of mathematics, it is the subject that I cherish and like the most. My dad has told me that s strong foundation of mathematics leads to success in both educations and extra activities. So anyways, he taught me math since I was five, and I believe that math is really crucial for my career.
Apart from these major interests, I like to watch Japanese cartoons, such as “Crayon Shin Chan” and “Case Closed,” play chess, play board games and poker cards, and play Yugioh cards. By the way, I love Taiwanese food to death!!
おはよう、
この動画で二色丼の作り方を教えます。
よろしく、これは私の最初の日本語blog!
この映画は楽しくて面白かったと思った。いろいろな特別な情景があった。例えば、相撲とコロッセオのバトルだった。私は戦闘がある映画はすきだから、この二つ情景はメモリーがあった。
そして、ルシアスとはなした。ルシアスはいろいろな温泉を造った。こどもの温泉をを作ったし、Utopia 温泉をビルドしたし、いい建築家だとおもった。Utopia温泉はおおきくて綺麗なデザインが、あれは日本の混浴のレプリカだった。でも、Utopiaはローマでピースにもっていた。ピースは温泉の一番大切なゴールだったね〜〜
いいえいがだった!
ありがとう
It felt like as if I were the only person in this ugly world, or scientifically, a chaotic destruction of astronomy or geography has dominated this beautiful planet, and me, as an isolated and hated individual, had been thrown into an unexplored ruin. Where Am I?
I was in a huge house, haunted probably, but certainly it was a mansion. Piles of books were on a rectangular table, so possibly I was and remains erudite. I had studied and studied for who knows how long that the effect of dehydration started, and suddenly I recalled my body hasn’t absorbed a single drip of hydro since mourning, it was midnight already, I was desperate to get a glass of water; thus I moved slowly to the faucet, but unexpectedly an object tripped me. Succumbing to the gravity, I fell down to the horizon; simultaneously, an agonising pain was made by the disliking floor, followed by crimson liquid…. which overwhelmed myself.
Fortunately, I was alive with lacerations cured, which might be a miracle when no medical treatment had been applied. I stood up and walked toward the faucet to clean up myself and the floor, then I went to bed to alleviate exhaustion. Still wondering where I am.
It was an endless night for me- my brain was not able to take consideration of a single fact, nor a simple mathematic. Fresh air was all around my huge body, but somehow it malfunctioned my cardio, making me suffocated. In spite of inability of thinking, mountains of pasts stroke my tiny and currently useless brain, thus I remembered nothing; I tried to end my consciousness by staring at the darkness, and after several attempts, I did….
But that annoying question comes again- where am I? The Earth might not be an option. Then where could I be?
I felt the breeze of a lovely place- undoubtedly, a natural, undeveloped, unexplored, and “unimperfect” community, or kingdom. Again I was thrown into a place without a trace of humanity with fruits everywhere, endless mountains everywhere, spectacular waterfalls everywhere, blue skies everywhere, and white clouds everywhere. The world was smiling to me! And it was really clear that the question will not bother me anymore because I could live here for eternity. I COULD LIVE HERE FOR ETERNITY.
Nonetheless, it will, and is more painful in most people’s opinions.
It has approximately been three days that I stayed in the “paradise,” where I have been fed up by abundant resources that I was not even capable of moving. I almost forgot the problem I have been inquiring, enchanted by everything here. The night was bright due to the shininess of Sirius, as well as other constellations, so I closed my eyes and ended the brightness…
It was a nightmare for me, again in a suffocated place. It was similar to my mansion, except I have seen mechanics on my every single part of body. My room was white, not giving me a sense of energy or cleanliness however, hearing a unfamiliar sound outside of this room, apparently talking about me….
WHAT ABOUT ME?
A rat-like man touched my blanket-covered stomach, and then he said the most astonishing news I have ever heard…. “this is your last 150 seconds of life, you will spend 130 seconds to “read” everything that we have done to you, and twenty seconds to have your last will said…..” Although I pretended to be unsurprised, disbelief has shown on my face….
“No matter how shocking the story was, please be silent until your finality, when your are allowed to indicate your words,” he said.
He gave me two letters and asked me to open the red one. The letter contained a plethora of words…
By: Carlin Innesta
To: Ian Huang
7/23/15 11:20
Your Astonishing Adventure
As you’ve known right now, you have only ten minutes left, thus I am not gonna hide anything. You’re a highly intelligent human being, a man who explores interaction of cerebral nerves, a man who desperately wants to find a way to create delusions autonomously for a purpose, which would be a scientific breakthrough if it would happen. However, sarcastically, when you were exploring that, you suffered from amnesia, a disease that you know more than anyone else; a disease of your profession. Knowing that memories would be losing everyday, you used yourself as a guinea pig, which was extraordinarily dauntless. I, as a most threatening competitor of yours, really admired your sacrifice to science; the spirit of your abnegation toward experimentation would definitely be recognised by history and followed by future humanity.
You, Ian, had used some chemical reactions in order for you to achieve your ultimate purpose. You first dreamed of a day that you were almost finished with the thesis on autonomous delusions and prepared to present tomorrow; that haunted mansion was your home, that you worked on it for 15 hours without moving. However, you fell down and lost the majority of your memories after medical treatments. For the paradise in your dream, it was just a three-day trip to New Zealand, which had been the most interesting activity you’ve had in your whole life. You had basically done nothing other than science, so that’s unique in your life.
This whole experiment was done by me, Carlin Innesta, due to your trust of my ability and my admiration toward you; therefore, you gave me all the papers regarding this subject prior to the execution, and I, fortunately, achieved your final hope, your most important purpose, in your life….
You had told me that you never cared about the past, but for this time, you do or did. So Ian, you could probably guess it by now, your purpose of this delusion was—– TO LET YOU REMEMBER THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR LIFE, AND TO DIE AFTER THAT…. which is a side effect of conducting autonomous illusions.
We have calculated you reading speed, so mathematically, you still have 35 seconds of life. After reading following sentences, you will have 23 seconds of it.
— History will recognise your ultimate sacrifice to science, and to our nation, and Your achievements will be perfectly manipulated for further explorations, and real-life application.
Best Regards
Carlin Innesta
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I put this letter on the table next to me, and opened the other blank letter to write my last words, which exactly took me three seconds.. I was fearless now.
I wrote “Sometimes, It’s Better To Die With Glory Than To Survive With Dull. More importantly, A GRATEFUL MAN HAS NO FEAR TO DIE FOR A PURPOSE; A SUCCESSFUL SCIENTIST HAS NO FEAR TO DIE FOR AN EXPLORATION.”
I took my last breath, deep, and said “I..’ve..achi…eved…bo…th…..of……’em…no regrets…. I…’m fu….lfill…ed…no…t…..su…b…mer….ge….d……”
Finally, I smiled as I went to the real Paradise….
Apparently, it was not a problem of “where am I,” but a matter of accomplished life or goalless one. Sometimes, we are so fear of death that we forget the ultimate purpose in our life. In majority’s opinions, death is more painful than a useless life; however, frankly speaking, useless life is just wasting your time in the “real Paradise”!!!