这次当代的主题取名“黑匣子”估计也是为了隐寓媒介：绘画也好，影像也好。

      新媒介的产生也必然带来新艺术。整个世界现在似乎都在冥冥中发生着转变，艺术如此、建筑如此，人们的日常生活也将如此；表达的手段丰富了，滋长的会是人们那积压心底的无穷无尽的表达欲望。

这还是看英文好，翻译乱七八糟的。

入门时的过道，窄的让人没有直视屏幕的机会，视距和屏幕尺寸比例一改变，我的思考就被抑制了。

      一个空房间，中间一盆陶瓷装的水，雾气腾腾；耳边萦绕这一个温柔女声，说着的私语似梦语；四周的光影迷离交错；这种迷幻的空间极易让人时光错换。

      其实凑近一看，这种感觉就来自于新媒介集合的力量：投影仪、声音装置、一盆喷气的水、双层内表皮，里面那层还是铁丝网，和光影一交合极易混乱视觉。

      这样一说，倒完全没有意境了，有时候人就是宁愿被哄骗，也没什么不好。

      这些玻璃做的灯实在很漂亮，让我想起去的城雕馆“这里”的酒吧；一推开门就被这些迷离的玻璃精灵给震慑住了，仿佛进入了异想世界，连那水里还真有玻璃制的金鱼在“游动”；那也是我去过的最有意思的酒吧了，是捷克设计师设计的 ；想想功能主义真是无趣乏味，教条主义的信奉总能够让我们觉得理所当然而忘记了从自身的欲望出发；谁说灯只能作为灯，那是人类自己扼杀了自己的创造力。

      前面10盏条形灯都没变，但是后面投影出的背景一直在变。

      其实还是很简单的结合；想到实用点的，如果一个餐厅四周都是白墙，加几盏彩灯，再来个投影仪360度投放，效果还可以随时更换；效果肯定比那些餐厅为了营造某某气氛而硬加的实物、墙纸或是某某“蓝天白云”的吊顶。

      真期待新媒介能快点走进我们的生活。

形，存在的时候如此让人着迷；消逝的时候却又这么快被人忘记。

纳闷的下午

充斥着低矮的云层里

丝毫不见阳光

我却感觉着它身后的太阳

没有躲藏

躺在床上

冥冥中入睡

那篮球的拍打声依旧寥远

那鸟儿的鸣叫声一直飘荡

我的青春依旧在嗡嗡作响

没有挣扎，只有凝望

上院和中院之间的灌木丛~ 

啊，白玉兰已经开的这么勤快；

哪里都铺满了春光；每每出入自习教室，那个窗洞外的春色总是让我流连。

Short but shocking…

The movie"Harvey Milk" has been undoubtedly a successful documentary about Milk for his sustaining fight for gay rights throughout his life. You can just stand on that time context to feel what people endured,and understand why people fought.Gay rights were always neglected under the pressure of religion,as that Anita Bryant said.

While the value of the whole nation gradually changed through the pubicization that gay people are normal and deserve same rights as others,taken by gay men ,especially Milk and his group.

I appereciate what Milk had done and his talent on  debating and speaking.In the meantime,as a public figure,he paid more attention to his career than  his love,which is delt with out of consideration.His two bfs,are all picked up on the first sight.Did he really love them?A question.But considering it twice ,that went like the western style love story:people always come together at first sight and depart if any problems occur,then keep on searching.

To mention his two bfs,I am fascinated with Scott,a petty boy played by James Franco.Well,not only pretty and handsome,but also loyal and helpful.

It can be proved with some scenes.

Cute smile,that reminds me the smile of my first lover,sj.

How could he fell in love with such an old guy,Milk.

Deep eyes,charming smile,making up a magic face,described as 'elegant but fragile'; although he is 30,but is still young-looking.

A sweet picture.

Originally,Scott just wanted to lead a normal and peaceful life which Milk,as a politician, can’t afford.Then he left silently.

Actually there’s  no other 'he' after that breakaway.His heart is always by Milk’s side.

Maybe Scott is the only man in Milk’s life,witnessing all his ups and downs.

Should I pitied him or praise him,for he output a lot for Milk.

James Franco is such a worth-reading guy for his outstanding appearance and introverted temperament.He’s a guy who dropped out of UCLA ,where he studied the literature ,to study acting.His shyness and speciality background also make him a half poet and painter.

His role differs a lot this time from that in spider man,nearly not recognized,more or less due to his improving acting.

Also some impressive words to be shared in the movie:

Politics is theater.

It doesn't matter
so much about winning.

You make a statement.
You say, "I'm here."
You get their attention.

Long procession ,mourning for Milk and the mayor’s  unfortunate death,so touching along with the music.The spirit in the following words,is highly what people in a democracy pursuit needed.

Last week I got a phone call
from Altoona, Pennsylvania.
The voice was very young,
and the person said, "Thanks."

You've got to elect gay people
so that the young child

and the thousands upon
thousands just like him

will have hope
for a better life.

Hope for a better tomorrow.

I ask this,that if there be
an assassination,

I would want five, ten,
a hundred, a thousand to rise.

If a bullet should enter my brain,
let it destroy every closet door.

I ask for the movement to continue
because it's not about personal gain,

and it's not about ego
and it's not about power.

It's about the
"us's" out there.

Not just the gays but
the blacks and the Asians

and the seniors
and the disabled.

The "us's."

Without hope,
the "us's" give up.

And I know you can't
live on hope alone

But without hope,
life is not worth living.
you got to give them hope.
You got to give them hope.

      哎呀，有些事情现在不做以后再也没有机会做了。

      昨和老苗中午吃完饭散步，逛到思春湖见到那波光粼粼的水面，突然想到，好久没有折纸船了；小时候和伙伴们在雨后漫出的湖泊里折纸船，各种各样的纸船，比赛谁的先到达对岸，很带劲。

      我们后来又走到宿舍楼前，看到两幢挨着很近的宿舍底楼人来人往，上面却寂静的很；要是换作老家的两幢房子朝夕相对，早就是一家有丑事两幢皆知了；我想，如果在楼上放纸飞机会多有意思，把场景置换，但人物不能置换，他们的反应会是什么？

      于是乎晚上躺在床上有点兴奋，拟定两个计划。

      计划一.

      想折1000只纸飞机，倒是有很多参考书目可以借鉴；不过想想每天折50只的话也要20天，届时还真需要各方援助，多送我些纸飞机哈；折好后于第二天早上6点左右放飞，放飞只是好玩，试试各种机型；不过主要的是想看“千树万树梨花开”后，宿舍楼里的人走出来看到地上的情景会作何反应；呵呵，到时会实况报导；

      计划二.

      折纸船。鉴于交大水系如此四通八达，在一个风和日丽的日子折纸船，看它们慢慢飘走咯；我想，我们轻轨正好和当中一条河是平行的，那会不会在坐轻轨的时候偶然发现下面河里的你曾经折的纸船；漂流和际遇正是人生的魅力所在。

      不过啊，要想让你的纸船在轻轨上都能看到，得折多大，要多防水；尺寸不是问题，材质即是关键；待我去福州路采购看看。

      我两个计划啊，有点疯狂有点天真又有点傻；却倒是想追忆追忆似水年华，尝尝追忆的心理体验和大家脸上的表情。

      一切将在两个星期后考完试后进行，现在想起来突然有了更多的动力复习了哈哈！

《纸船》　作者：冰心

　　我从不肯妄弃一张纸，总是留着——留着叠成一只只很小的船儿，从舟上抛下在海里。

　　有的被天风吹卷到舟中的窗里，有的被海浪打湿，沾在船头上。

　　我仍是不灰心的每天叠着，总希望有一只能流到我要它到的地方去。

人

生来就是孤独

那原始的冲动

赤身裸体

在漫山遍野中

追逐着天和地之际

是种亘古不变的幸福

而夜

当暮色笼罩

让那文明的喧嚣渐渐褪去时

给人的就是那种放逐

老体育馆的转角总是有灯光照料；

静止的涂鸦墙和时常由远及近的穿越；

这个宿舍楼楼梯一直都废置着，却给它的侧面带来了优雅的环绕；

月下的站牌渐渐矗立；

今天月光有点清冷，不过我喜欢枯枝冷月；

喜欢这种暖暖而幽静的灯光洒满整个墙面；有了之旁的树，白墙往往不需要解释。

        看书走路看电影然后睡觉，和朋友们吃吃饭，偶尔有些身影从身旁闪过、再飘走；不慌张，不后悔，相信一切都冥冥中注定，继续走就是了；就这样，蛮好的。