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"Learning is made of fifty-one percent of discouragements and forty-nine percent of epiphanies." ―Xavier Ee
카테고리공지 및 방명록
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전 항상 외국사람들을 많..
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난 창원사는데 많은 부분..
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제 닉네임은 그냥 특이한 거면 아무거나 좋겠다... 싶어서, x로 시작하는 희귀한 이름 중에서 Xavier를 골라, 애칭 Xav(엑스제이브, 제이브, 혹은 이그제이브 등으로 읽음)로 정했습니다. 아이디 같은 거 정할 때마다 기분 내키는 대로 푸팍푸팍 키보드를 두드려 랜덤으로 정하던 거에 비하면 그나마 신경을 쓴 이름일지도.
참고로, 제 블로그에서 다루는 글의 종류는 여러가지이지만, 삼단논법, 기승전결 같은 형식에는 구애받지 않고, 이차적 검토 없이 주관적 의견들을 떠오르는 대로 올릴 생각입니다. 만약 제가 쓰는 글의 내용에 대해 반감을 가지신다면 얼마든지 비판하셔도 개의치 않습니다. 한국은 민주주의 국가이고, 여러 비판을 거쳐야만 비로소 토론문화가 발전할 수 있다는 것도 알고 있기에... 다만 제 글이 사회에 그릇된 가치관을 주입시키려 한다는 이유로 백주대로에 청테이프 묶은 각목 들고 제 뒤통수를 후려치거나, 수갑 들고 구속하는 참극은 없었으면 좋겠습니다.
이곳이 일단 유일한 방명록이라고 해야 되겠죠. 일본 블로그에서도, 저를 포함한 이글루스 사용자들 대부분이 하는 것과 비슷한 방식(날짜를 2050년 12월 31처럼 가장 끝미래로 돌려놓는다던가)으로 방명록 같은 걸 만들어서 쓰고 있더라구요. 이글루스에서 '새메뉴추가' 기능을 최근 새로 도입해서 이걸 방명록으로 써 볼까 하는 생각도 했지만 제 외국인 친구들은 오히려 더욱 헷갈려 할 것 같아서, 죽 현상유지를 하기로 했습니다. 링크신고도 여기에서 하면 되구요... 이 블로그의 해상도는 1152×864에 맞춰져 있습니다. 글이 이상하게 보일 경우 조절해 주시면 어느 정도 글자 뭉개짐이 사라집니다.
I've moved out my English weblog to Xav's Pasonikki at WordPress, for your easier look-arounds!
WELCOME TO MY BLOG PASONIKKI!
The name Pasonikki is a portmanteau of two Japanese words, PASO and NIKKI, which respectively stand for personal and diary. It's not so much that I'm a Japanese or Wapanese, but rather on purpose to make it sound unique. Let's just say the name suddenly came out while I was brooding over it, doodling on a piece of paper for the nicest one.
For the record, I assure you this blog contains my 100% subjective thoughts about every stuff going on in and out of this country, by and large irrespective of IBC or syllogism so I can let my ideas spurt more instantly without second thoughts. If you think any bad of my writings, I don't mind your free criticisms because I wish to help healthy debates take hold in Korea despite its long pervading collectivism. I'd like to ask, however, all of you readers not to ambush my head with a club nor to cuff me violently, saying stuffs like "your blog threads are dogmatizing, and no good to the public, so stop'em." We all know censorship is just a hooey in this democratized society.
Hope you have a blast here... and just for your information, you can post a comment to my writings by clicking the link 덧글 on the right end side below a thread. Not to get frustrated by unfamiliar Korean blogging service, see my translation below.
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지구 온난화와 이산화탄소는 관련이 없다
작년 1월의 겨울쯤, 한 회의주의자가 쓴 책 중 어딘가에서 저 이슈와 관련된 반론 하나를 접하고, "아무리 '착한' 인권단체나 환경단체라 하더라도 합리적으로 생각하는 방법을 아는 건 아니구나"라는 걸 느꼈다. 그 반론이 지금 트랙백한 글과 상당히 유사하다. 뭔가 반가운 느낌이 들어서, 자료가 사라질 경우를 대비해 여기에 복사해 놓는다.
주류과학은 '가장 안전하게 합리적인 내용'을 취급하기 때문에, 자연히 배타적인 성격을 지닐 수밖에 없다. 마치 성리학식 명분론을 보고 있는 듯한 느낌도 가끔 드니까. 허나 과학은 '절대적 진리는 없다'라는 전제가 밑바탕에 깔려있다. 과학자들은 단지 가장 설득력이 있는 내용을 일단 뼈대로 삼아, 그 뼈대에서부터 세상을 한 계단 한 계단 탐구해나가는 사람들이다. 합리주의적으로 말이다. 왜냐하면 그 길이 오류를 최소화하는데 가장 적합하기 때문이다. 현대의학을 믿지 못하겠다며 몇몇 돌팔이 유사의학자를 찾아갔다 불귀의 몸이 되는 사람들이 미국을 비롯해 전 세계에서 아직껏 생겨나는 모습을 볼 때면, 과학에 아무리 불신을 가진 사람들이라도 어느 정도 '합리적 마인드'에 대한 재교육은 필요해 보인다.
솔직히 나는 지구온난화보다는, 석유가 동이 나는 게 범지구적으로 더 큰 걱정거리가 될 거라고 생각.
전문은 바로 밑의 텍스트.
오늘은 지구 온난화에 대해서 알아보는 시간을 갖도록 하겠습니다.
요즘 들어 한글로 글을 써야겠다는 필요성을 느끼고 있다.
I was struggling and helpless about how to get friendly with poems on the exam. I searched the Internet to get any hint and after reading several hints on dealing with old and modern poems, I came up with an inspiration. I applied it for poems, so what do you say, it did work! I used to mess up one or two questions for every test, but this time, I got the whole things right. So let me share my small tip with all of you readers. Remember it applies only for lyric poetry. Here it goes:
"Google claims they're giving priority to the freedom of expression for its users, but I beg to differ that it's on the other hand cracking down on their wills to subscribe in spite of real name system."
I write most of my threads in English to communicate worldwide. Half the world still doesn't speak it well, but I'm sticking to my own policy, and I will be, because I can make myself understood in English at least to the rest half. Besides, those who speak English are often apt to be "cosmopolitan," which makes the conversation more fluent between them and me.
by Xavier Ee
The politician was just served his cool strawberry shake at a Mcdonald's in Yeoui-do. He nodded his thanks to the clerk girl as elegantly as he could manage. The clerk's eyes then lighted upon her customer's face, her right hand still holding the cup. After a second, she said in surprise.
"You drink strawberry shake, Mr. Lee? Great! You certainly know how to keep with the times."
The politician's face broke a gentle smile.
When he had strode back to his seat, the politician's head was ruminating hard on what he heard just now. As a matter of fact, it was his first time to order a strawberry shake; he did it to give his first, yet most difficult attempt to act younger, so as that he could fix amongst the public his strong image as a more friendly, flexible Assemblyman.
Throughout his career of thirty years, the politician himself had always been an ordinary middle-aged man, who was skeptical about all kinds of changes. But one day, his secretary advised him that the public was regarding him as a "tired old coot." shocking his arthritic body to the ground...
I was walking on a street full of people. I shuffled my sneakers for somewhere, snapping my fingers merrily to the music playing from my iPod. Thump, I felt a sudden nudge on my back. I turned around. It was my girlfriend standing behind me. What brings you here? I asked her, surprised. But she didn't answer. What's the matter? I asked again. No reactions. I didn't know why, but I thought her eyes somehow seemed pickled in a black mood. The muscles of her cute face also looked uneasy. I shrugged. Okay, so are you not feeling well? Then out of the blue, she stretched her smooth delicate hands towards my face―no, towards my neck. She entwined her ten fingers around it, and before I'd realize what was going on, applied smart pressure. At first I thought she was pulling a joke, but it was getting severer and severer, too much for a joke. I started to feel pain. Hold it, what's that occasion, I groaned through my clenched teeth. She didn't stop. Then I got startled at the change of her look on the face; her lips were twitching for the first time, in a lopsided grin. And they flipped open. You dare cheat on me with another chick? I won't forgive you, I'll throttle you, and kill you off right at this spot. With that said, she went on tightening her grip with all her might. Her energy was now bulging out the vessels of her own arms. I cheated on her? No, she was joking. It had only been two weeks since our first date. She was completely insane. I tried to move my free arms to push her off and talk, but they were both fixed on my sides like frozen. Gerroff, you bitch, gerroff, I cried desperately, but the words were blocked halfway in my suffocating throat. Somebody help, I thundered again inside my skull, but none of the crowd weren't noticing the whole crime scene. I was somehow possessed by an invisible force, which was immobilizing my entire body parts. A dirty, horrid sensation was creeping all across my nerves, and my quickening pulses. My lungs felt like being tickled by a pervert's toothbrush. My back was in a cold sweat, driving me into an utmost horror. Her arms were now darkening into zombie-like gray. The skin on her face bubbled out spooky goosebumps. I wailed like a famished baby, but the cry could never break the air. My sight blurred with tears welling up. Mwahahaha, die, die, she burst into laughter in a devilish baritone. Die, die, die, die, die, die. My girlfriend―now rather like a monster―repeated like a psycopath, as if craving to kill me for her own libido. I was helpless. I sensed my brain was giving in, sinking deeply into a coma... Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, dai, dai... her guffaws kept knocking against my fainting ear nerves......
......The abominable creeps were easing away. My senses were warping back to real life. Now I felt much smoother on my limbs. With the eyes still closed, I took several deep breaths to soothe my heart strained for the grief seconds before. When I pulled myself together at last, and became able to move my body parts as usual, I realized it was just a so-called "night terror" that I just had, which meant after all, it was not real. All was well.
I slowly opened my eyes to make sure I was safely back to the ground. And I was. The ceiling was looking on me in bed. And it was colored pink as it had been...
Wait, pink? My room had to be painted jade green!
At this thought, I jerked myself up from bed and looked around the room. The Pepto-Bismol room had a very ornate double bed(on which I was sitting my own buttocks), a wide wall-mounted TV, a classy closet, a kitchenette, a rug, a fake mantelpiece, a closed door that looks like a shower room, a table, and two armchairs. None of the furnitures resembled those from my frugal studio. It more looked like...a hotel room. Me in a hotel? Shocked, I started racking my brain to remember what had happened yesterday. After a long time tussling with the ailing cerebrum, a thing finally floated up onto the surface of memory.
I went to a high school get-together I hadn't been in years. I met people and chatted till the night. Rick said I astoundingly grew my appeal than years ago. I laughed it off. Then we went to karaoke for a second drink. We exchanged a few cans of Yuengling, and strangely I felt a look scratching the back of my head all along from the end of the first gathering. I looked back. It was Chloe, who used to be a sort of a "fox" in my class. But to me, her beauty had never been a thing to have a crush on, at least to my eyes. She asked if I was seeing someone, and I nodded yes. I thought a shadow shortly passed across her face, but I wasn't sure. I sang a song and got back to my seat. Everybody was quite soused up with their drinks, and so did I in a sense. Then Chloe offered me a can of cocktail. I was about to have heartburn with too much beer, so I took it for "a hair of the dog." I downed it at a draught and flipped through the Karaoke book... Then blackout.
Why did the memory cut off at there? I kept on brooding, and all of a sudden I heard a squeaking noise from over the shower room. Was there a person? I got to my feet and looked up at the opening door.
And my heart lost a beat.
It was Chloe, wrapping her naked body with a white towel, who was talking into a videophone―that belonged to me.
"...Yes, he's with me. I spent a night with him."
Her lips were forming a victorious grin across her no-makeup face.