<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239</id><updated>2010-05-26T22:51:27.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog://碎影琐录</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-3515151065221723471</id><published>2010-05-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:51:27.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy City'/><title type='text'>大悅庵</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://img.allposters.com/6//p/MED/21/2151/JL5CD00Z/emma-darbyshire-zen-magnolia-i.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.allposters.com/6//p/MED/21/2151/JL5CD00Z/emma-darbyshire-zen-magnolia-i.jpg" gu="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;皎月春樹影，&lt;br /&gt;微步青階痕。&lt;br /&gt;涼風簾下語，&lt;br /&gt;何忍半字別...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-3515151065221723471?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/3515151065221723471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/3515151065221723471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2010/05/blog-post_26.html' title='大悅庵'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-5951583495398756234</id><published>2010-05-04T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:32:37.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>句句经典</title><content type='html'>Wednesday afternoon from my Boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1、长得帅有什么用？考清华有什么用？学经济有什么用？将来还不是要娶罗玉凤！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2、人们总是喜欢这样：和爱的人吵架，和陌生人讲心里话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3、只有我们这种没妞可泡的宅男才研究how to make love，简称 html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4、Calvin Klein的女儿曾抱怨，她最扫兴的就是她跟男朋友亲热的时候，看到她爸的名字出现在内裤的边缘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5、中国媒体和美国媒体在一件事观点一致，他们都喜欢骂美国政府。中国人民和美国人民在一件事观点一致，他们都觉得骂美国政府是爱国。中国领导人跟美国领导人在一件事观点一致，他们的资产都在美国。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6、民众做稳了奴隶的时代，也就是和平时期。一是民众欲做奴隶而不可得的时代，那就是战争时期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7、房地产之歌:铸我百姓千年苦，尽君一时盛世欢！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8、模拟涛哥的韩峰体日记。上午没事，吃了中饭，和老同志开会，老江太讨厌，竟然要我等．外间传丫挂了，这事组织上也快要提上议事日程。老温下午又上人民网聊天，被网民骂，也难怪，一句话说三年。烦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9、老娘一向视帅哥与金钱如粪土，而他们也一直是这样看我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10、用奶粉灭掉00后，考试灭掉90后，房价灭掉80后，失业灭掉70后，城管灭掉60后，下岗灭掉50后，拆迁灭掉40后，医改灭掉30后，2012年灭掉所有后。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11、鸟在笼中，恨关羽不能张飞； 人处世上，要八戒更需悟空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12、海地地震，中国救援队最快到海地。奥巴马大为火光质问国防部长，隔着太平洋他们比我们快！怎么回事？部长说：我们只参加过两次世界大战，这方面经验太少！而中国年年春运，一周时间可把三亿人从海南岛运黑龙江，政府、社会、个人非常重视，一次春运相当于组织一次世界大战！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13、拿沙特工资，住英国房子，用瑞典手机，戴瑞士手表，娶韩国女人，包日本二奶，做泰国按摩，开德国轿车，坐美国飞机，喝法国红酒，吃澳洲海鲜，抽古巴雪茄，穿意大利皮鞋，玩-西班牙女郎，看奥地利歌剧，买俄罗斯别墅，雇菲律宾女佣，配以色列保镖，洗土耳其桑-拿，当中国干部......老师批语：啰嗦！只需说当中国干部就行，前面皆可实现！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14、一个真正自由的社会是：“没有任何英雄，任何一个人都可以堂堂正正的做一个废物”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15、新闻联播的牛逼之处在于就算你一直在换台，也能完整地看完一条新闻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16、一个B，往北走是NB，往南走就是SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17、亚洲约20%人口无社保。中国13亿人，农村人口8-9亿，80%没社保，城镇4-5亿10%没社保；中国为亚洲无社保人口贡献了95%；扣除中国人口，亚洲不到3%的人没社保！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18、费正清说儒家是“仁慈的专制主义”，有着独特的等级秩序：尊重老人甚于尊重青年人，尊重过去甚于尊重现在，尊重已经建立的权威甚于尊重革新。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19、30岁的男人正在学坏，抱着同一代唱着同样的爱；40岁的男人已经学坏，抱着下一代唱着迟来的爱；50岁的男人最坏，抱着第三代唱着糊涂的爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20、常识必须被重复，否则它将被遗忘；不正义必须被曝光，否则它将继续作恶；正义必须被炒作，否则它将被活埋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21、一女县长夜归，突被两男架上车，一男威胁说：老实点，劫色的！女县长闻听笑骂道：你大爷的，这事呀，吓死我了，还以为是被双规了呢，原来是双飞呀！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22、真正独立的审计就等于叛乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23、谁控制了历史，谁就控制了将来；谁控制了现在，谁就控制了历史。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24、不抽烟不喝酒，63岁--/林彪同志；只喝酒不抽烟，73岁--/恩来同志；只抽烟不喝酒，83岁--主席同志；既抽烟又喝酒，93岁--小平同志；吃喝嫖赌样样来，103岁--学良将军；啥坏习惯没有，每天尽做好人好事，23岁--雷锋同志。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-5951583495398756234?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/5951583495398756234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/5951583495398756234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='句句经典'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-3883856951512127738</id><published>2010-05-04T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:03:50.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy City'/><title type='text'>R&amp;R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:K1AZkyThzcLa4M::www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/1/9780060782771.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=277&amp;amp;w=183&amp;amp;usg=__semItSB2LgKe0Ej_M3cFkCiilxw=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:K1AZkyThzcLa4M::www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/1/9780060782771.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=277&amp;amp;w=183&amp;amp;usg=__semItSB2LgKe0Ej_M3cFkCiilxw=" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spent most of the mini-long holiday in bed, sleeping and reading The People’s Republic of Desire. The deprived sleep over the year… Now that I have a job, a place of my own, a porcelain cat, I can finally close my eyes. You could only get a good night sleep when you don’t dread to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer arrived with no announcement, almost like a snap. It’s said this is the Year of the Widow, for there is no beginning day of spring in the lunar calendar. Literally, there was no spring. What is the big deal any way? Girls have been wearing fish net and incredible black stockings for a looooong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t finished The People’s Republic of Desire. There is a line that I am fond of – “The only way to track her down was by her perfume.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other fabulous line is from a man. “Life is not a train that we rush to catch. It’s the train we are on.” I had the permission to quote on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-3883856951512127738?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/3883856951512127738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/3883856951512127738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2010/05/r.html' title='R&amp;R'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-4110310494767785939</id><published>2010-04-29T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:42:38.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy City'/><title type='text'>Joy City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/S9ptbnl6NWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/aNvtCQG9Ldg/s1600/TK7S000Z.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/S9ptbnl6NWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/aNvtCQG9Ldg/s320/TK7S000Z.jpg" width="320" height="319" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day I moved in, there were plum blossoms over the little brick path. I looked up, saw the tall plum tree with its arms open, like a quiet and warm man. There was a temporary sense of security, meaning -- I am finally settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I turn on the faucet to fill in my cup, the elementary school next door starts to play Japanese Techno animation music. The windows are open and I am standing on the ground. It is a minor miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the plum blossoms are gone. The plum tree is in tender green. The air is crisp. There is a curious sparrow sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave in the morning. And hate to come back at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last night when I was sitting in bed dazing that this poem knocked on my door. The first  time since I moved. Deserves a real celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶思&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂月春枝巷，&lt;br /&gt;掩卷把幽灯。&lt;br /&gt;闲得空镜里，&lt;br /&gt;何夜照双成......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-4110310494767785939?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/4110310494767785939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/4110310494767785939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2010/04/joy-city.html' title='Joy City'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/S9ptbnl6NWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/aNvtCQG9Ldg/s72-c/TK7S000Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-2614888426313961725</id><published>2010-04-08T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:17:19.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>曾经沧海难为水，除却12厘米不是鞋</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/26/2624/S57MD00Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/26/2624/S57MD00Z.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;早上追车追上一站地，早春四月的太阳照进车窗，最想踏实一会，有个哥们的肩膀靠会儿。十二厘米的高跟鞋固然好，可能不能走得稳，会不会摔得狠，摔了会不会哭，哭了会不会没人给擦眼泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也忘了从什么时候开始，走哪儿都被当成最温柔的人。知我温柔者，未必知我之刚烈；知我刚烈者，未必知我之脆弱；知我脆弱者，未必知我生命之欢欣......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-2614888426313961725?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2614888426313961725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2614888426313961725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2010/04/12.html' title='曾经沧海难为水，除却12厘米不是鞋'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-4730401784673327874</id><published>2010-04-08T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:16:22.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush With Greatness 2010/04/02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/S72sFlZ1qCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/aURwyYHTryU/s320/IMG_8195.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-4730401784673327874?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/4730401784673327874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/4730401784673327874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2010/04/brush-with-greatness.html' title='Brush With Greatness 2010/04/02'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/S72p_vhlt_I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/jrl4f_QB4iI/s72-c/IMG_8722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-2629471321912781603</id><published>2010-03-28T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:32:50.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Business...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/26/2624/K77MD00Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/26/2624/K77MD00Z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never quite know what PR really does. "Keep pimping with style", a friend encourages me upon knowing my new job. It all changes when I found the following cheery article --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastwestpr.com/?p=5192"&gt;Your Marketing Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing is still about telling the story, telling it well and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no secrets to telling a good story. Imagination, creativity, entertainment play a big part but most of all it’s about the need it fulfills. We relate to stories because they fill a need we might know we have but more often than not, a need we didn’t even know we had. The tone, the rhythm, the colour, the speed, are all techniques to tell your story, the fundamental difference between a traditional story (such as in a book or movie) and marketing is that in the latter, repetition, consistency and reach play as important a role as the emotional or rational feel of the story. In marketing, PR and sales, the story can be as simple 15 seconds elevator spiel all the way to a well written sales presentation and SEO optimized website, and the story must be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not about you and how great you are, how superior your technology is, it’s about what your target cares for (or should care for). It’s about what the customer will get out of buying from you. Remember, there are no sales cycles, only buying cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To craft a good story, look at your past, identify your present and create your future. It’s an exercise in both imagination and reality (a good reality check starts with talking with customers as they often understand your story in a different way than you do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always start with your audience. The more you know about them, the better off you are. Not just their preferences or needs but also how they consume information and their understanding of their own buying cycle. Then forget that knowledge, mash it up in your own mind and define its essence (be careful of statistics, they’ll lead you astray.) Then define who you are and what you want to be as a company. Forget the wishy-washy vision and mission statements drawn by a committee. Focus on your desire to change the world and how your product of solution can help you do that. Mix it with how your customer desire to change their world and mash it up even more with your newly fund knowledge about yourself. It’s alchemy at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you’re the CEO of a conglomerate of the local representative of a product, telling your story should be mixed with your own local experience and reinforced by consistently telling it to your public. Be careful, you’ll often get sick of hearing your story ages before many of your target market would have even heard about it. Resist changing your story too often. Adapt it, localize it if you must, but keep its essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your sales team tells the story better, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still in the same business...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-2629471321912781603?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2629471321912781603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2629471321912781603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2010/03/same-business.html' title='The Same Business...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-1444524711847744718</id><published>2009-09-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:53:50.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Lessons from the 2009 Box Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2009/0908/asummer_02_0907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2009/0908/asummer_02_0907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time Sep.14, 2009 -- &lt;/i&gt;Forget the stars, hire Transformers and don't forget the women — here are the 10 things every movie mogul should keep in mind when it comes to the summer of 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918387,00.html"&gt;Summer  at the Movies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918389,00.html"&gt;1.  Skip the Stars&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918392,00.html"&gt;2.  Get Animated&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918393,00.html"&gt;3.  Spend Money to Make Money&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918394,00.html"&gt;4.  Ignore the Grownups&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918395,00.html"&gt;5.  But Don't Forget the Women&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918396,00.html"&gt;6.  Out-Apatow Judd Apatow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918397,00.html"&gt;7.  Send a Get-Well Card to Indies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918398,00.html"&gt;8.  Send in the Dinosaurs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918399,00.html"&gt;9.  Make Sequels and Prequels&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1918385_1918401_1918400,00.html"&gt;10.  Wow the Fans on Friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-1444524711847744718?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/1444524711847744718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/1444524711847744718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/09/10-lessons-from-2009-box-office-from.html' title='10 Lessons from the 2009 Box Office'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-8994706605080940567</id><published>2009-09-08T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:04:10.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously From Mao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p-L9raylOVx6DLOwDk9piTnIGb_-CrfH8AjOTi3vajjq-bRZIgmYxMIRUfvMe5n8wNnfISJSShJaRV0KY7n50_hc7f8ztK5ih/m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p-L9raylOVx6DLOwDk9piTnIGb_-CrfH8AjOTi3vajjq-bRZIgmYxMIRUfvMe5n8wNnfISJSShJaRV0KY7n50_hc7f8ztK5ih/m.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jia Junpeng, your mom is calling you to come home and eat."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -- Mao&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;( Note: Jia is a teenage Internet-game-addict. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-8994706605080940567?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/8994706605080940567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/8994706605080940567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/09/seriously-from-mao.html' title='Seriously From Mao'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-2614739024582584793</id><published>2009-09-07T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:25:19.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>仓央嘉措</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.allposters.com/images/ICO/02312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img2.allposters.com/images/ICO/02312.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;昨夜独坐高楼，夜寒似冷衾，雨雾凄然。微光如语，四下无声。掩卷，天已大凉，终是仓央嘉措的夏天已经过去......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;人说他为政治误，为情误，却不知他为世间所误。正如李白、李煜、纳兰容若、鱼玄机，情至深处，清平寂寞，之后，竟至解脱。仓兄有灵，亦当惊知己于千古矣，何有寂寞可言？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一刻 我升起风马 不为乞福 只为守候你的到来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一天 闭目在经殿香雾中 蓦然听见 你颂经中的真言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一日 垒起玛尼堆 不为修德 只为投下心湖的石子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一夜 我听了一宿梵唱 不为参悟 只为寻你的一丝气息&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一月 我摇动所有的经筒 不为超度 只为触摸你的指尖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一年 磕长头匍匐在山路 不为觐见 只为贴着你的温暖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一世 转山转水转佛塔啊 不为修来生 只为途中与你相见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那一瞬，我飞升成仙，不为长生，只为佑你平安喜乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-2614739024582584793?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2614739024582584793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2614739024582584793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/09/blog-post_07.html' title='仓央嘉措'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-6798815211797615767</id><published>2009-09-01T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:32:44.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>夜 · 鹿</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img2.allposters.com/images/PANPOD/99737.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://img2.allposters.com/images/PANPOD/99737.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 133px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;南人北迁。从洛杉矶到底特律，一路开去，寒暑易季无常。有终点的路途，多远都不算太远，只是常觉得天黑得太早，夜路难挨。从南达科他州的印第安古战场往前，一路是草色枯黄的旷野，疏疏落落的树。偶有印第安人残败破落的寓所。邻里间远隔数里，千里无城镇，百里无人烟。傍晚时候，白天滚烫灼人的暑气退去，凉风扑面，穿过发间。正前面，路的正当中，是一行鹿。为首，是一头雄鹿。他的目光投过来，悠然自若，没有一丝慌乱，望了一会儿，才转身离去，背影也同样凝重优雅。回头望时，鹿群里还可以分辨出他来。他的角很美。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;天一味黑下去，直到分辨不出天和地来，只有探照灯打出来的一条路。甚至不像路，而是巨大黑色岩石中一条黄白色的隧道。再有，就是鹿莹黄色的眼睛，车光照上去，显得明亮而呆滞，像是不知躲避灾祸的孩子。我很怕，脑子里反复都是Franz Marc那一幅画。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csa.com/discoveryguides/marc/images/fate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.csa.com/discoveryguides/marc/images/fate.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 257px; width: 350px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;那画的背面写着“一切存在皆是燃烧的痛苦”。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-6798815211797615767?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6798815211797615767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6798815211797615767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='夜 · 鹿'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-1354831646296413735</id><published>2009-07-26T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:30:54.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><title type='text'>Comic Con 2009, San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080527/300.comic.con.logo.052708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080527/300.comic.con.logo.052708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost as crowded as a spring festive fair. Got in wearing a volunteer badge -- Angle Morales, my new Mexican name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Chris, who was working on the first hip-hop comic book. While the work of the other two artists, &lt;a href="http://www.filmpaint.com/"&gt;Bruno&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myriadpubs.com/"&gt;Dale&lt;/a&gt;, could take one's breath away. It was all overwhelming, fantastic and incredibly fun, only ended too fast. Everyone was having a great time. It's a mystery why people would rally holding "Twilight Ruined Comic Con" signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pXId_v3QeT39xnuajSY5xGgHUmhQN8RzeTt5Z5pUpnZKnG7ZMb-Yi8P2Xonp6HZ05-WdQrr-GHt410qUjvUh0fw/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pXId_v3QeT39xnuajSY5xGgHUmhQN8RzeTt5Z5pUpnZKnG7ZMb-Yi8P2Xonp6HZ05-WdQrr-GHt410qUjvUh0fw/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, free hugs were offered all over town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pm38F-JnyR2eYHgLq5HQ6gDYBEglGXXD_NdbbTwKNcf0HHzFGn4kWhktzPXpUNjPIJpuhwOvoCmLMZAz-qfZJbA/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pm38F-JnyR2eYHgLq5HQ6gDYBEglGXXD_NdbbTwKNcf0HHzFGn4kWhktzPXpUNjPIJpuhwOvoCmLMZAz-qfZJbA/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-1354831646296413735?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/1354831646296413735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/1354831646296413735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/comic-con-2009-san-diego.html' title='Comic Con 2009, San Diego'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-7748771227150612626</id><published>2009-07-21T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:58:37.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><title type='text'>Lunch with Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.josscuisine.com/_img/home_img_entree02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.josscuisine.com/_img/home_img_entree02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p36g-J7-tmNIPspzwRla8XkifJe9aiurpAsEvQ39sixbZF1liAO7Gx5cmiRATlqLFrBmt4kSYzRGPZHMfqcXarQ/p.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p36g-J7-tmNIPspzwRla8XkifJe9aiurpAsEvQ39sixbZF1liAO7Gx5cmiRATlqLFrBmt4kSYzRGPZHMfqcXarQ/p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.josscuisine.com/_img/home_img_entree01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.josscuisine.com/_img/home_img_entree01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1p36g-J7-tmNIPspzwRla8XkifJe9aiurpAsEvQ39sixbZF1liAO7Gx5cmiRATlqLFrBmt4kSYzRGPZHMfqcXarQ/p.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JiTViJvvA_Y/SaDzLlQ5FZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9OfnT0b1iwU/S220/peter-dekom---final.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.josscuisine.com/_img/home_img_entree01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JiTViJvvA_Y/SaDzLlQ5FZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9OfnT0b1iwU/S220/peter-dekom---final.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is always enlightening and often comes with multiple "&lt;em&gt;Oh my goodness.&lt;/em&gt;.." And it's not even from food. (Food, by the way, whether Italian sushi or Caesar salad or this time &lt;a href="http://www.josscuisine.com/home.php"&gt;new China cuisine&lt;/a&gt;, is always the essence of L.A. cuisine -- fusion, imaginative and fantastic.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unknown, untold history of ancient and modern China is as equally as fascinating as a look into the future. This time, &lt;a href="http://unshred.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt; went right into the Chinese artistic mind -- I could not believe it. All these years, when I felt torn and bound and conflicted, it all go back to thousands of years ago. The mentality is geared to survive the harshest time. It avoids confrontation, it schemes, it lies. How twisted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again I was told there were two things that Chinese people couldn't resist -- eating and gambling. Just coming back from Vegas, I could easily understand it. And I did figure out the rest of the puzzle -- in eating and gambling, everything moves straight forward, there's no need to hide the intention. We are either connected to our tongues, or the chips in front of us. No more disguise or detour. It soothes our soul. Ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, this man knows way too much. Who told him Chinese people prefer dark meat in chicken. Isn't supposed to be confidential?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-7748771227150612626?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/7748771227150612626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/7748771227150612626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/lunch-with-peter.html' title='Lunch with Peter'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-9195382462440899149</id><published>2009-07-21T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:57:31.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Vegas (July 17-20)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache6.allposters.com/p/MED/27/2722/I1ZND00Z/ryan-fox-torre-delorologio-framed-by-facade-of-the-palazzo-ducale_-venetian-hotel-and-casino_-las-vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://imagecache6.allposters.com/p/MED/27/2722/I1ZND00Z/ryan-fox-torre-delorologio-framed-by-facade-of-the-palazzo-ducale_-venetian-hotel-and-casino_-las-vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://imagecache6.allposters.com/p/MED/28/2892/OXAPD00Z/brent-bergherm-replica-belltower-outside-the-venetian-hotel-and-casino_-las-vegas_-nevada_-usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://imagecache6.allposters.com/p/MED/28/2892/OXAPD00Z/brent-bergherm-replica-belltower-outside-the-venetian-hotel-and-casino_-las-vegas_-nevada_-usa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://imagecache6.allposters.com/p/MED/28/2809/3YIOD00Z/-venetian-resort-hotel-and-casino_-las-vegas_-nevada_-usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://imagecache6.allposters.com/p/MED/28/2809/3YIOD00Z/-venetian-resort-hotel-and-casino_-las-vegas_-nevada_-usa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I've had all the tastes in life, I was led into the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor Venetian suite. Start the next morning with a bite of chocolate gondola, followed by lunch at Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt; Cafe, swimming at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mandalay&lt;/span&gt; Bay, dressing up, dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lavo&lt;/span&gt;, sleep, swimming, lunch at Dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caminos&lt;/span&gt;, more swimming, dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Japanos&lt;/span&gt;... Plus a little gambling to make things more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie mystifies me. The way she talks and walks through the casino, like Venetian is her front porch and Mirage is her backyard. I only got to see her shortly at lunch and dinner time. She was always tired, sometimes happy tired, sometimes moody tired... I hate to put two and two together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie was my idol when I was ten. She was gorgeous. She is still gorgeous, maybe even more than years ago. The mysteries and power make her distant -- a shady character that has a golden glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might be my last visit to a Venetian suite. Still, it was fun to ride a high-roller's wave and play a little petty-penny-slot-machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-9195382462440899149?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/9195382462440899149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/9195382462440899149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/vegas-july-17-20.html' title='Vegas (July 17-20)'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-445024228387481729</id><published>2009-07-17T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:41:25.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Peaceful Hills, Walnut (July 14-17)</title><content type='html'>The memory of Peaceful Hills seems like a short trip to paradise. No more turmoil, no more dark clouds, just me and my Big Boy... And Uncle makes the best fish on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1ppbjY6nbdqOVJyqoz-_szrSdZ21FJRAUy2fqs0w2AImiSH4gS8GK0XSX_rqzZBYp7UTulQ9VmLIwRV5wux2OGxw/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" alt="" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1ppbjY6nbdqOVJyqoz-_szrSdZ21FJRAUy2fqs0w2AImiSH4gS8GK0XSX_rqzZBYp7UTulQ9VmLIwRV5wux2OGxw/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pKhKlbiL9TNjSG4FbsxdnlbhkQgd8n7sdNpIVYp3pJc2xbFiFQAXVFGBYaH5rBWY3oypnU76hdeT7Dq0gPRxPrg/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" alt="" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pKhKlbiL9TNjSG4FbsxdnlbhkQgd8n7sdNpIVYp3pJc2xbFiFQAXVFGBYaH5rBWY3oypnU76hdeT7Dq0gPRxPrg/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1padwa28amXYuy-S5wmmXQVna8JG-5SKiX-1_RcG67egn_ecdafY3SwyyQhZeeUgWNhZWUaZ2lFmhbrONxMb6IGw/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" alt="" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1padwa28amXYuy-S5wmmXQVna8JG-5SKiX-1_RcG67egn_ecdafY3SwyyQhZeeUgWNhZWUaZ2lFmhbrONxMb6IGw/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pjGAPkZwSQiZ1KxQXgxpzhRsWH_u4cgCRU7CuzNSguVf39fR51GNofSsFfWxvfKn4Ps9E0edHZZNIuitS9vFPzQ/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" alt="" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pjGAPkZwSQiZ1KxQXgxpzhRsWH_u4cgCRU7CuzNSguVf39fR51GNofSsFfWxvfKn4Ps9E0edHZZNIuitS9vFPzQ/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pE4GgiftMii5mLxC8Nmk3f8VN4sufjhs9PSs7MMhYA7rWjj1GVtnkg2LrGD5-qY3s6_OvVuOmmcmiAwo-XdMm5g/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://8suoza.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pE4GgiftMii5mLxC8Nmk3f8VN4sufjhs9PSs7MMhYA7rWjj1GVtnkg2LrGD5-qY3s6_OvVuOmmcmiAwo-XdMm5g/00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-445024228387481729?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/445024228387481729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/445024228387481729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/peaceful-hills-walnut.html' title='Peaceful Hills, Walnut (July 14-17)'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-2914600112286041468</id><published>2009-07-11T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:42:09.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WGAW'/><title type='text'>Just Add Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just Add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt;: Turning Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Screenplay&lt;/span&gt; into a Comic Book&lt;/em&gt; (Notes)&lt;br /&gt;10 a.m. Saturday, July 11 2009, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.allposters.com/images/TOP/DBK5716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img2.allposters.com/images/TOP/DBK5716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marv &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wolfman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Writer/Comics Creator):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the medium itself. Good books have the qualities of --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Characters that can sustain themselves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solid concept behind the characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ability to sustain 5 or more stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look for artists --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;who can design characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who can go through distance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are not one shot picture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who can lay out a story clearly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask how long it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;takes&lt;/span&gt; them to do the art work with some proof&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the most important thing is: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;storytelling&lt;/span&gt; sense. (Art can grow and be taught)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jon Levin&lt;/em&gt; (Motion Picture Agent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CAA&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writers should try to have as much as artistic and financial control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studios look for the potential of ongoing franchise (in comic books)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;DC and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Marvel's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;core business&lt;/span&gt; is publishing. Working within their labels only. The plus of working with the Big Guns is good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;distribution&lt;/span&gt;, the minus is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; of ownership.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fertility generates success. Put out as much content as possible. Do not tightly grip on a precious one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To look for artists: &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-2914600112286041468?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2914600112286041468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/2914600112286041468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/just-add-pictures.html' title='Just Add Pictures'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-4597413256637544546</id><published>2009-07-11T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:00:36.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Fish Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cTpUVAcvWfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cTpUVAcvWfU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish heads fish heads&lt;br /&gt;Roly poly fish heads&lt;br /&gt;fish heads fish heads&lt;br /&gt;eat them up, yum!&lt;br /&gt;In the morning laughing happy fish heads &lt;br /&gt;In the evening floating in the soup &lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Ask a fish head anything you want to&lt;br /&gt;they wont answer they cant talk.&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I took a fish head out to see a mooovie&lt;br /&gt;didnt have to pay to get it in.&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;They don't play baseball&lt;br /&gt;they don't wear sweaters&lt;br /&gt;they're not good dancers&lt;br /&gt;They dont play drums!!&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Rolypoly fishheads are never seen drinking capachino in Italian restaurants&lt;br /&gt;with oriental women!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Fish heads fish heads&lt;br /&gt;roly poly fish heads&lt;br /&gt;fish heads fish heads&lt;br /&gt;eat them up Yum!&lt;br /&gt;YEEAAHHHH!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-4597413256637544546?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/4597413256637544546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/4597413256637544546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/fish-heads.html' title='Fish Heads'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-6633396084506924036</id><published>2009-07-07T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:00:08.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WGAW'/><title type='text'>Bye-bye, Black Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/publicenemies_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/publicenemies_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Director: Michael Mann&lt;br /&gt;Writers: Ronan Bennett&lt;br /&gt;Ann Biderman&lt;br /&gt;Michael Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distributor: Universal&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: July 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Crime Drama&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 2 hrs. 23 min.&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears. Silence in the dark. There aren't enough romantic crime drama in the world. What they give us are almost too sugary and safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-6633396084506924036?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6633396084506924036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6633396084506924036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/bye-bye-black-bird.html' title='Bye-bye, Black Bird'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-7681221435029211709</id><published>2009-07-03T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:13:25.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Billiards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img2.allposters.com/images/adc/10090997A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://img2.allposters.com/images/adc/10090997A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark when we left the Billiard House. The night was brisk, with sweet sausage and beer smell lingering in the air. The excitement of a neat strike, the sound of a ball knocked into the pocket... It's all mesmerizing and empowering. An instant addiction. I wonder when I'll be ready to play for money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-7681221435029211709?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/7681221435029211709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/7681221435029211709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/07/billiards.html' title='Billiards'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-3056156873928863226</id><published>2009-06-30T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:50:04.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Zuma Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/SkxKdJma0wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BX4BYld7iRA/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353735921690399490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/SkxKdJma0wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BX4BYld7iRA/s400/z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/SkxKUZhGEtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FrL7X6P0h2E/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must have scared away 500 hundred birds. Once, their white wings filled the greyish-orange sky. Soon the sun was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how every beach smells a little differently. I kept running and there was a little sweet blood taste in my throat. The last time I felt that way, I was 14. On the shore, acrobats lifted bikini girls in the air. Kids were building sand castles. The thought of leaving and never coming back again almost turned California into Russia. I stopped, wishing the tides could be rougher, could wash everything away. Instead, waves pulled soft sand. It was silky and tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birds were silent. Content. Almost like they didn't know or care the existence of each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-3056156873928863226?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/3056156873928863226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/3056156873928863226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/06/zuma-beach.html' title='Zuma Beach'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeNJjXKoxOY/SkxKdJma0wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BX4BYld7iRA/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-5752801347296590838</id><published>2009-06-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:40:37.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WGAW'/><title type='text'>Three Comedies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watched three comedies last weekend. Two poignant, one screwball in the middle. A lot of tears for the poignant two, could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barley&lt;/span&gt; laugh in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; screwball. A lot of lines felt like hidden messages that blew me away. As we all grow older, movies are not movies any more. They are our situation, in which we act out our emotions on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/awaywego_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/awaywego_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/hangover_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/hangover_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/mylifeinruins_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/mylifeinruins_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-5752801347296590838?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/5752801347296590838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/5752801347296590838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/06/three-comedies.html' title='Three Comedies'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-8356073060235593005</id><published>2009-06-07T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:29:05.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WGAW'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/landofthelost_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/landofthelost_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Land of the Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Distributor: Universal&lt;br /&gt;Director: Brad Silberling&lt;br /&gt;Writers (WGA): Chris Henchy (written by) &amp;amp; Dennis McNicholas (written by)&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: 5 June 2009 (USA)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Adventure Comedy Sci-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won quite a bit laughs and applauds in the Writers Guild Theatre. It's hard trying to make people laugh. A mere attempt deserves some appreciation. But 200 million dollars -- how costly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critics hate it. Will Ferrell fans don't buy it. They must have done something wrong. For an adventure movie, it's a little too soft. There's not enough blood. For a comedy, especially for a Will Ferrell comedy, it does not push the envelope that hard. The true gross-out scenes -- a stoned Will Ferrel French kissing the Monkey, Aliens making out, how Will Ferrell gets out of the dinosaur -- are left out. For a Sci-Fi movie, it's simply not scientific enough. It certainly is not very romantic. The character growth is arbitrate. Things and people fly in and out with no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is a fun ride -- if you don't have to pay for the tickets, or the 200 mil budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-8356073060235593005?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/8356073060235593005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/8356073060235593005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-6745353845585065862</id><published>2009-06-05T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:06:50.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><title type='text'>Comedy Keeps You Young</title><content type='html'>Read this on &lt;em&gt;Written By.&lt;/em&gt; It was written by Sol Sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wga.org/uploadedImages/writtenby/junejuly09cvr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://www.wga.org/uploadedImages/writtenby/junejuly09cvr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To write comedy requires a combination of arrogance and humility in massive proportions. The need for arrogance is obvious. To believe you can hold the attention of strangers -- much less make them laugh -- shows a self-confidence beyond logic. Humaility is essential to realize how easy it is to fail and, more important, to accept that people who answer quizzes in magazines to find out if they're good lovers will be the final, undisputed judges on whether you are bringing it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a theory that most jokes were first conceived by men in prison. (And conversely, another that many are made by people who should be there). Jokes, however, are almost always made of, by, and for the oppressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern man walks a narrow path bebetween boredom and hysteria. It's the artist's funcion to help him maintain his balance, the humorist's to help forget his fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three indespensable attributes of the comedy writer are motivation, courage, and a high tolerance of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a humorist? To begin with, he must be one who knows we are all kinds of fool, including himself, and is willing to admit it; one who has a complusive preference for the short odds and uses humor to protect himself from the slings and arrows of outrageous forune. One who has un-self-consciousness of a child and uses the God-given right to make a spectacle of himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud said that hostility is the basis of all humor. So if you don't like violence, if you don't want to hurt anybody's feelings, if you can't stand the sight of blood -- you had better look for another line of work..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-6745353845585065862?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6745353845585065862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6745353845585065862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/06/comedy-keeps-you-young.html' title='Comedy Keeps You Young'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-6259487464308020667</id><published>2009-06-04T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:31:57.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>East or West</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rob was overwhelmed by the Bond collection. Everybody could use a little Bond. That's the beauty of Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... It was a pleasure to read your script. I'm glad I could be helpful. I was being honest when I said I think there's a lot of potential there. Being in English makes it seem like an odd hybrid because everything about it seems Chinese, but I imagine that people who read it in Chinese probably think it seems American. That's what's so great about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not so sure about the cross-culture hybrid thing any more. I used to think a good story is a good story. But in terms of humor and cultural sensitivity, it really depends. It could really back fire. But again, could be something beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The script was written for the Chinese market only. That was always in the back of my mind when I wrote it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-6259487464308020667?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6259487464308020667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/6259487464308020667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/06/east-or-west.html' title='East or West'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137972228644039239.post-7236143667438404870</id><published>2009-06-02T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:36:26.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Nice and Creepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137972228644039239-7236143667438404870?l=blog.plumfish.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/7236143667438404870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137972228644039239/posts/default/7236143667438404870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.plumfish.com/2009/06/nice-and-creepy.html' title='Nice and Creepy'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573460209515596496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06912132626964192545'/></author></entry></feed>