夏洛的网2

　　我昨天大泻，吊着水儿人还乱飘，以为休克了，还好yun医生说我血压没问题。丹珠不肯吃过夜菜，我承认前天中午我带菜去单位时喝了她放了两夜的汤，但不至于坏得这样凶吧？几乎是我拉得最凶的一次了。
　　回家听小满说，她也大便三次。（哎呀，我又把人家随地大小便的事说出来了！）
　　今天听说前晚八卦之星百合ＭＭ也扛不住了。
　　好吧，所有和我住得近，关系近，办公室近的同学们这下可以高兴了，因为没有参加我的派对，你们不会有食物中毒的危险了。
　　分析一下，主食只有山西焖面，现烧，没可能是中毒源。小满说是水果，水果也是现弄，也没可能啊。我相信是大家七手八脚各自弄来的五、六样熟食，因为我吃得非常多！！！如果是熟食呢，我就可以抵赖掉女主人之责，免得索赔。
　　说下解决办法，由于此次中毒症状之烈超出想象，强烈建议大家：
　　无论有无症状，氟哌酸（诺氟沙星）早两晚两粒，严重者一日三次，一次两粒，药房2.3元一盒无需处方。加服庆大霉素针剂（可能要处方），日三支。至少三天，预防者至少一天。
　　已经泻者务必多喝盐开水多吃桔子、橙子。
　　谢谢赏光，下次再来玩。

　　已经明确鸭颈之罪，两个人买了鸭颈，所以元凶无追，大家不用紧张了：）

　　从微笑辞去“决策人”和“宣传组长”之职，转而担任“顾问”和“项目策划”，微笑班会之宣传是我做“项目策划”的第一单生意，前段工作进度如下。

　　2004年4月3号晚上，微笑图书室历史上最年幼的支持者花斑虎没想到，她会为了微笑图书室的8000本书而流泪。
　　已经是晚上九点多了，花斑虎和妈妈童桐正在家里迎接亲戚喜燕阿姨毕小A阿姨回家。在遥远的浦东张江中医药大学的校园里，位阿姨刚刚参加了“微笑图书室计划”和中医药大学学生会联合组织的整理图书活动，和其它15位叔叔、阿姨一起连续工作了整整九到十个小时，所以当她跨进家门时，眼都累直了。
　　花斑虎对此没有任何表示。
　　妈妈问她：你知道阿姨是去忙啥的吗？
　　花斑虎说：知道。
　　花斑虎虽然才九岁，却为微笑图书室的活动出过不少力，比如编报纸参加义拍什么，所以微笑的朋友都非常喜欢她，她对微笑的工作也非常了解。
　　妈妈问：你觉得她们的活动有意义吗？
　　花斑虎说：有意义。
　　妈妈一听不乐了：那你怎么对她们的工作一点儿不表示关心呢？ .......
　　面对妈妈的批评，花斑虎意识到了自己的问题， 两行眼泪流了下来。
　　花斑虎可能不了解这8000本书背后的故事，不明白妈妈为什么这么心疼喜燕阿姨，所以没有太关心事情的进展。花斑虎不要急，听小风阿姨细细给你说说这8000本书的事好不好？
　　浙江湖州年轻的老师叫yufen，她和花斑虎一样关心贫穷地区的小朋友，当她了解微笑的工作后，决定和她的学生们一起帮助微笑筹集图书。当然，我们谁也没有想到她的学生们那么有能耐，一下子筹集到了8000本书！8000本书啊花斑虎，你一本本数过去大概要花六个小时才能数完呢！yufen老师正好有事忙着，没法照顾到这些书，就请她的同学们清理出了600多本微笑图书室用不上的书，把剩下的书整理好，等着微笑来接它们回上海了。
　　所以两个星期前微笑图书室的叔叔阿姨们就去了湖州，用车把书们接回来了。一路上有很多热心人帮助，比如yufen老师的学生，一位司机，还有市委党校的小王叔叔。在湖州，yufen老师不但替大家买好盒饭，还递上了300元钱，说是不能帮助直接寄出，这些算是路费了，把微笑的叔叔阿姨感动得不行。
　　书到了上海，中医药大学的XP老师主动帮助我们找到了放书的地方，你还记得XP老师吗？有一次你和她吃过饭的，她笑咪咪表扬你大智若愚呢！后来XP老师又把她的学生ZC等朋友介绍给微笑，在ZC的帮助下，微笑图书室和中医药大学的学生会联手开展了"众人拾柴火焰高——微笑图书室的爱心接力活动"。
　　现在你知道了，喜燕阿姨忙了一天的，就是这个事。她们和其它志愿报名的叔叔阿姨一起，连续工作了整整一天，把7000多本书细细整理，剔除旧书，分成适合中、小学同学用的各种类别，还要把它们输入到电脑里，这样以后微笑图书室的管理员就可以按照电脑里的记录单，依次把书寄到最需要它们的地方去了。
　　中医药大学在上海最边远的地方，非常非常冷，那些书又非常非常重，所以两位阿姨的腰都要累断了。但她们不怕困难，坚持到天黑，最后把书都整理完了。
　　好吧，现在你是不是也和妈妈一样心疼阿姨了呢？来，别哭了，亲阿姨一口，替那些等着这些书的小朋友好好谢谢她们吧！
　　
　　作为志愿者加入本项活动的有毕小A、唐益、王娜娜，喜燕，微笑的工作人员丹珠，白晶晶、悠然、透明珠珠、木梓和葱绿小袄。中医药大学的志愿者服务队队员:谢含刚,张宇,杨玉兰(女),孟于(女),另还有位女同学没留下名字,正在询问中。

　　王娜娜同学的记录对本次活动的记录。
　　

　　我说了，和丹珠住在一起，每天认识深一些。今天的最新认识是她对新鲜电子器件的热情。
　　我听过她的有源音箱，音质可称恐怖，听许巍不象许巍，听古琴象听哭丧，难为她还是把勃拉姆斯当亲戚偶尔买个正版碟的音乐爱好者。最后她自己都承认事情有些不妥。
　　今天听她说，日本的朋友回国，要给她带个浴室里的ＣＤ唱机，我很惊讶地问：为什么不是音箱？她说，因为我可以自己买到，反正音箱到处都有。
　　果然手机上短信来说，音箱买好了。
　　好吧，晚上回到家，看见她泡在吵闹的乐声里，兴兴头的样子，表情很不安份，满脸滋润地说：这回许巍有许巍的意思了。
　　我奇怪她怎么这么安于吵闹的音乐，最后才明白这是在煲机——她给我看说明书了，最好这么吵上上百个小时，本音箱才可达最佳效果云云，一定要流行音乐或者交响乐音域才够广，所以她会放很久很响很吵的音乐，希望我谅解。
　　我支持她一些正版的ＱＵＥＥＮ的CD，主要是担心她的激光头受不了这么没完没了地放盗版碟。
　　好吧，我告诉大家，这对音箱一共399元，音源是电脑光驱，为这些我要听丹珠吵闹上百个小时。

杜希(Dul'cet)S400音箱技术参数
音箱型号： 杜希S400卫星音箱
音箱系列： 杜希多媒体系列
系统形式： 一路导相式音箱
单元配置： 低音： C3N
频率范围： 165Hz ~18KHz
灵 敏 度（2.83V,1M）： 80dB
额定阻抗(Ω)： 8Ω
功率范围（W）： 5-15w
外观效果： 银色

外形尺寸： 122×118×111mm
净 重： 0.75kg

　　博客圈地动山摇。这回她跺脚要干的事情，是写博!
　　花斑虎写博啦！！！
　　你们能相信吧？她把“没意思”的妈妈放在一边，亲自操刀开始写属于自己的博。当然，为了给blogbus的老大她的故交横戈叔叔撑把场子，她把博开在了blogbus.
　　童桐很功利地劝女儿写博，因为嫌她的作文远远不如她的手抄飞天小报写得有声色。我想花斑虎这一跺脚，只怕不会只是三两篇作文这么简单。
　　花斑虎的博

　　“女人花”这首歌，有味道够自恋，也耐得旁人看，属于经常被我在Ｋ歌时糟蹋的对象。所以我写这个同局日记时，盗用“女人花”之名了。

　　做好一名编剧，除了需要扎实的文字功底和对影视剧的了解，还需要对生活的体验。毕小Ａ她们正在改编江南写的“此间的少年”，小Ａ一直在我们这个圈子里混，写到现代大学生活，少不得要打微笑的主意。这不，今天我看了她的大纲，里面竟然有微笑图书室的拍卖大会！她在草稿里都懒得改微笑的名头，直接把“微笑图书室”按了上去。点击请看节选。

　　丹珠小时候，父母在广东西北角的乡下教书。地广人稀，她家有自己的菜地，她也有自己一小块地，可以养花种菜什么的。爱种花的习惯保持到今天，她在房间里种些阴生植物——但不常有带它们晒太阳的习惯。

　　全世界人民吵着七宝好，我一直都不知道七宝有多好，除了妖妈的菜地。

　　妖妈妖爸早早出门了，按丹珠起床的时间表看，她永远不可能和他们说到早安的。　

　　上午十点多，丹珠和小风在菜市场门口的人行道上坐着，屁股底下垫着个磨刀匠的小木匣子，一边啃早饭，一边看人磨切菜刀子。

　　某日西西米突然跳出来问我的博出了什么问题为什么大家都忘了我？都不给我comment?

　　脑满肠肥，说的是肠子里装满油以后，要对自己适当加以文化上的熏陶，免得成了被社会抛充的人，或者说免得自己无意中把社会给抛弃了。　　
　　

　　听说《小王子》是给大人看的童话。

　　妖哥这人活得不堪，自己质量不高，还看别人不顺眼，结果把终身大事给误了。搞得妖妈好不郁闷经常抱怨我们：你们两个东西，一个都不争气，大的那个是娶不着，小的那个又把好好儿的女婿给休了（补一句：妖妈对我离婚的事一向大不忿，她很喜欢我前夫），谁也不肯替我弄个小兔崽子来玩玩。

“这本童话很好看。”
　　　——花斑虎，最好的儿童童话评论家

“这是唯一一部让我想哭的童话.也是一部把我的童年洗干净了的童话.”
　　　——戴新伟，天涯BBS

　　The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows. It often had a sort of peaceful smell -- as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world. It smelled of grain and of harness dressing and of axle grease and of rubber boots and of new rope. And whenever the cat was given a fish-head to eat, the barn would smell of fish. But mostly it smelled of hay, for there was always hay in the great loft up overhead. And there was always hay being pitched down to the cows and the horses and the sheep.
　　The barn was pleasantly warm in winter when the animals spent most of their time indoors, and it was pleasantly cool in summer when the big doors stood wide open to the breeze. The barn had stalls on the main floor for the work horses, tie-ups on the main floor for the cows, a sheepfold down below for the sheep, a pigpen down below for Wilbur, and it was full of all sorts of things that you find in barns: ladders, grindstones, pitch forks, monkey wrenches, scythes, lawn mowers, snow shovels, ax handles, milk pails, water buckers, empty grain sacks, and rusty rat traps. It was the kind of barn that swallows like to build their nests in. It was the kind of barn that children like to play in. And the whole thing was owned by Fern's uncle, Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman.
　　Wilbur's new home was in the lower part of the barn, directly underneath the cows. Mr. Zuckerman knew that a manure pile is a good place to keep a young pig. Pigs need warmth, and it was warm and comfortable down there in the barn cellar on the south side.

　　Fern came almost every day to visit him. She found an old milking stool that had been discarded, and she placed the stool in the sheepfold next to Wilbur's pen. Here she sat quietly during the long afternoons, thinking and listening and watching Wilbur. The sheep soon got to know her and trust her. So did the geese, who lived with the sheep. All the animals trusted her, she was so quiet and friendly. Mr. Zuckerman did not allow her to take Wilbur out, and he did not allow to get into the pigpen. But he told Fern that she could sit on the stool and watch Wilbur as long as she wanted to. It made her happy just to be near the pig, and it made her happy just to be near the pig, and it made Wilbur happy to know that she was sitting there, right outside his pen. But he never had any fun--no walks, no rides, no swims.
　　One afternoon in June, when Wilbur was almost two months old, he wandered out into his smalll yard outside the barn. Fern had not arrived for her usual visit. Wilbur stood in the sun feeling lonely and bored.
　　"There's never anything to do around here," he thought. He walked slowly to his food trough and sniffed to see if anything had been overlooked at lunch. He found a small strip of potato skin and ate it. His back itched, so he leaned against the fence and rubbed against the boards. When he tired of this, he walked indoors, climbed to the top of the manure pile , and sat down. He didn't feel like going to sleep, he didn't feel like digging, he was tired of standing still, tired of lying down. "I'm less than two months old and I'm tired of living," he said. He walked out to the yard again.
　　"When I'm out here," he said, "there's no place to go but in. When I'm indoors, there's no place to go but out in the yard."
　　"That's where you're wrong, my friend, my friend," said a voice.
　　Wilbur looked through the fence and saw the goose standing there.
　　"You don't have to stay in that dirty-little dirty-little dirty-little yard," said the goose, who talded rather fast. "One of the boards is loose. Push on it, push-push-push on it, and come on out!"
　　"What?" said Wilbur. "Say it slower!"
　　"At-at-at, at the risk of repeating myself," said the goose, "I suggest that you come on out. It's wonderful out here."
　　"Did you say a board was loose?"
　　"That I did, that I did," said the goose.
　　Wilbur walked up to the fence and saw that the goose was right--one board was loose. He put his head sown, shut his eyes, and pushed. The board gave way. In a minute he had squeezed through the fence and was standing in the long grass outside his yard. The goose chuckled.
　　"How does it feel to be free?" she asked.
　　"I like it ," said Wilbur. "That is, I guess I like it." Actually, Wilbur felt queer to be out side his fence, with nothing between him and the big world.
　　"Where do you think I'd better go?"
　　"Anywhere you like, anywhere you like," said the goose. "Go down through the orchard, root up the sod! Go down through the garden, dig up the radishes! Root up everything! Eat grass! Look for corn! Look for oats! Run all over! Skip and dance, jump and prance! Go down through the orchard and stroll in the woods! The world is a wonderful place when you're young."
　　本章未完待续。

　　宁波到上海后，除了教训骂骂沪上烂事，就是吃吃小风家烂菜，听听南北烂戏什么的。当然，她也会搞些文化工作，比如写个童话。

各位同学，这里本来有一篇好看的相亲记。可惜当事人小猪噜噜同学看到以后吓了一跳，要求小风删掉，所以你们现在看不到了。他的理由有三，
一：没想到有这么多人看嘛（同学们，以后看到小风暴谁的猛料可不敢这么快跟贴，让被暴者以为全世界都知道了他的傻样）
二：传到同事眼里肯定能看出说的是我（这是我不好，没有想到保护小猪噜噜的声望）
三：无脑儿童天下都知道，我能好受吗？（其实谁有脑小噜噜同学？）

　　“这是惊天动地的一拍。一是激烈程度极其罕见，一是实际价值与成交价格比例相差之大！······都感到不可思议。胡同和我聊起这一拍，也说是网络拍卖史上罕见的。”
　　　——江东子弟,天涯ＢＢＳ“闲书闲话旧书交流”版
　　天涯社区内人文版《夏洛的网》的拍卖会（２００２年１０月９日），以下是拍卖经过

　　"I can see that," replied Wilbur. He gave a jump in the air, twirled, ran a few steps, stopped, looked all around, sniffed the smells of afternoon, and then set off walking down through the orchard. Pausing in the shade of an apple tree, he put his strong snout into the ground and bagan pushing, digging, and rooting. He felt very happy. He had plowed up quite a piece of ground before anyone noticed him. Mrs.Zuckerman was the first to see him. She saw him from the kitchen window, and she immediately shouted for the men.
　　"Ho-mer!" she cried. "Pig's out!Lurvy! Pig's out! Homer!Lurvy! Pig's out. He's down there under that apple tree."
　　"Now the trouble strats," thought Wilbur." Now I'll catch it."
　　The goose heard the racket and she, too, started hollering. "Run-run-run downhill, make for the woods, the woods!" she shouted to Wilbur. "They'll never-never-never catch you in the woods."
　　The cocker spaniel heard the commotion and he ran out from the barn to join the chase. Mr.Zuckerman heard, and he came out of the machine shed where he was mending a tool. Lurvy, the hired man, heard the noise and came up from the asparagus patch where he was pulling weeds. Everybody walked toward Wilbur and Wilbur didn't know what to do. The woods seemed a long way off,and anyway, he had never been down there in the woods and wasn't sure he would like it.
　　"Get around behind him, Lurvy," said Mr.Zuckerman, "and drive him toward the barn! And take it easy-don't rush him! I'll go and get a bucket of slops."
　　The news of Wilbur's escape spread rapidly among the animals on the place. Whenever any creature broke loose on Zuckerman's farm, the event was of great interest to the others. The goose shouted to the nearest cow that Wilbur was free, and soon all the cows knew. Then one of the cows told one of the sheep, and soon all the sheep knew. The lambs learned about it from their mothers. The horses, in their stalls in the barn, pricked up their ears when they heard the goose hollering; and soon the horses had caught on to what was happening. "Wilbur's out," they said. Every animal stirred and lifted its head and became exicted to know that one of his friends had got free and was no longer penned up or tied fast.
　　Wilbur didn't know waht to do or which way to run.It seemed as through everybody was after him." If this is what it's like to be free," he thought," I believe I'd rather be penned up in my own yard."
　　The cocker spaniel was sneaking up on him from one side. Lurvy the hired man was sneaking up on him from the other side. Mrs.Zuckerman stood ready to head him off if he started for the garden, and now Mr.Zuckerman was coming down toward him carrying a pail." This is really awful," thought Wilbur."Why doesn't Fern come?" He began to cry.
　　The goose tooke command and began to give orders.
　　"Don't just stand there, Wilbur!Dodge about, dodge about!" cried the goose." Skip around, run toward me, slip in and out, in and out, in and out!Make for the woods!Twist and turn!"
　　The cocker spaniel sprang for Wilbur's hind leg. Wilbur jumped and ran. Lurvy reached out and grabbed. Mrs.Zuckerman screamed at lurvy. The goose cheered for Wilbur. Wilbur dodged between Lurvy's legs. Lurvy missed Wilbur and grabbed the spaniel instead. "Nicely done,nicely done!" cried the goose." Try it again, try it again!"
　　"Run downhill!" suggested the cows.
　　"Run toward me!" yelled the gander.
　　"Run uphill!" cried the sheep.
　　"Turn and twist!" honked the goose.
　　"Jump and dance!" said the rooster.
　　"Look out for Lurvy!" called the cows.
　　"Look out for Zuckerman!" yelled the gander.
　　"Watch out for the dog!" cried the sheep.
　　"Listen to me, listen to me!" screamed the goose.
　　Poor Wilbur was dazed and frightend by this hullabaloo. He didn't like being the center of all this fuss. He tried to follow the instructions his friends were giving him, but he couldn't run downhill and uphill at the same time, and he couldn't turn and twist when he was jumping and dancing, and he was crying so hard he could barely see anyting that was happening. After all, Wilbur was a very young pig-not much more than a baby, really. He wished Fern were there to take him in his arms and comfort him. When he looked up and saw Mr.Zuckerman standing quite close to him, holding a pail of warm slops, he felt relieved. He lifted his nose and sniffed. The smell was delicious-warm milk,potato skins, wheat middlings, Kellogg's Corn Flakes, and a popover left from the Zuckermans' breakfast.
　　"Come, pig!" said Mr. Zuckerman, tapping the pail. "Come pig!"
　　Wilbur took a step toward the pail.
　　"No-no-no!" said the goose. "It's the old pail trick, Wilbur. Don't fall for it, don't fall for it ! He's trying to lure you back into captivity-ivity. He's applealing to your stomach."
　　Wilbur didn't care. The food smelled appetizing. He took another step toward the pail.
　　"Pig, pig!" said Mr. Zuckerman in a kind voice, and began walking slowly toward the barnyard, looking all about him innocently, as if he didn't know that a little white pig was following along behind him.
　　"You'll be sorry-sorry-sorry," called the goose.
　　Wilbur didn't care. He kept walking toward the pail of slops.
　　"You'll miss your freedom," honked the goose. "An hour of freedom is worth a barrel of slops."
　　Wilbur didn't care.
　　When Mr. Zuckerman reached the pigpen, he climbed over the fence and poured the slops into the trough. Then he pulled the lossse board away from the fence, so that there was a wide hole for Wilbur to walk through.
　　"Reconsider, reconsider!" cried the goose.
　　Wilbur paid no attention. He stepped through the fence into his yard. He walked to the trough and took a long drink of slops, sucking in the milk hungrily and chewing the popover. It was good to be home again.
　　While Wilbur ate, Lurvy fetched a hammer and some 8-penny nails and nailed the board in place. Then he and Mr. Zuckerman leaned lazily on the fence and Mr. Zuckerman scratched Wilbur's back with a stick.
　　"He's quite a pig," said Lurvy.
　　
　　

　　最近状态不好，不但是米勒家哥哥和我的相亲失败一事。还有其它几件比较重要的事情发生，这些事，即使想得通，一时也解不开，所以状态就差了，而且是在翻急诊，有点累。
　　所以有些事可能做得就不够好了，班会计划我会努力，还请微笑的晶晶、悠然什么的多上心。OCEF处最近能帮到的也有限，见谅，虽然我已经努力着。
　　

　　经KIDY介绍，“生活周刊”记者杨青找到我，说想做博客状况的介绍，希望能谈到我们的情况，也用上我们的博客派对上的照片（主要可能是集体合影那张，可以用ELSA或者冰狼的，看她自己选择）。已经说好，如果提到微笑图书室，可能只用“帮助西部学校建立图书室的慈善计划”这样的句子带过。
　　我觉得没有大问题，所以通告一下，如果有问题或者反对请大家速提，谢谢。

　　缓慢生长，直到长成一棵树。
　　因着是树，它永远不会被遗弃。它独自地生长在山谷里，周围有芳草和流水。有人坐在它树下休息然后离开，但那不叫遗弃；有人会在它身上刻下对爱人的思念，但那不叫疼痛；有人会采摘它的果子，但那不叫掠夺；有人会抱紧它体味生命的气息，但那不叫被动。会有虫子啃它的叶子，但它不觉得疼痛；会有鸟儿在它身上打洞做窝，但它不觉得吵闹，每年春天会有一树的梨花开放，但它表现得不张狂；春去夏来时它的叶子会从嫩绿变成不透明的的深绿，然后相连成荫。
　　它会长成那么一棵大树，独立而美丽，美丽到天空都失去了颜色。直到另一棵树和它长在一起，彼此的枝叶交织，在风里和雨里生长，那时它才不再感觉孤独。
　　而我这股山谷里的风，会经常回来把它的每片叶子轻轻摇响。

选择之所以难，是因为你自己不妥当，不是因为感情不妥当。
要么听硬币的，要么听心的，所以选择是个屁。
何来辗转。

　　我写个博说状态不好，0个comment。
　　我写个博说某记者要八卦我们，15个comments。
　　结果丹珠站在屏幕前纤手一指，吃吃地笑起来，说你自己看看这有多不堪，对比鲜明啊。
　　前天天好得不象话，天时地利人和，不买点花回家说不过去的。坐42路汾阳路下，走永康路那里有母校市二中学和我熟悉的梧桐叶声，穿过襄阳路时问了报亭女子精文花市在哪里，好久不来了都不记得路了，走到嘉善路又问一对老夫妻路，他们手拉手，老太很好人地指路，银发在午间太阳底下闪光，转到陕西路，走文化广场大门进去，穿过停车场。
　　空气里弥漫着花的香气。玫瑰、百合和夜来香。人声，花色。
　　选了盆蝴蝶兰，送给丹珠的生日。
　　一元钱一打扶朗，带回家注足水，加点啤酒，让它们原本干软的枝干坚挺起来，不再委屈地挤在无水的塑料桶里。三元一把橙色百合，丹珠看着它们全都开了很惊讶，因为原来是萎萎的样子。
　　我的状态好了，你们不给comment就不给吧，没什么了不起。
　　努力爱一个人，和幸福并无关联。有些东西没有了，有些东西一直都在，无论梦里梦外。

　　我看了，在看到ＥＬＳＡ抱怨之后，托丹珠带一张回来。
　　给大家汇报一下，半版我们的事情，半版广告。基本事实准确，这点远远好过“丹珠在网上订购一件晚礼服并喜欢被人偷窥”的娱记事件。大部分内容是丹珠怎样认识小小风也，Yun医生怎样抢下百合的音乐盒，花斑虎怎样用天价拍下加菲猫。照片也在，看不清楚脸的，所以大家尤其是悠然不用担心曝光的问题。最后还有个交博友之小贴士，这个让我想起报纸旅行版的故事。
　　整个调调是流水的，CtrlC+CtrlV的，小小八卦的，平淡无奇雾里观花的，但能尊重事实就是大妥当，不好再有太高期望的。医生看多了病人就变成坏医生了，全世界都一样，让我们一起心平气和地讨生活。

原文如下：

　　　　　　　　博客，从网上“蹦”下来
　　博客（BLOG）是近几年在网上盛行的东西，也已有很多网虫建立了自己的BOLG主页。点击各人的BLOG，不管原先认不认识，敲打着键盘，心灵的共鸣便在文字撞击中悄然而生，只是，彼此仍然没有见过面。
　　终于有一天，互相敬仰的一群人，合计着走出屏幕，在一个彼此都有空的时间，比如五一长假，亮出活生生的自己——这就是博客们的聚会……
　　　　　　　　　　　缘起：相识的故事
　　小风和丹珠的相识，源于小风的BLOG。小风的BLOG在博客圈里小有名气（小风注：这个完全不对，丹珠求医记捧红了小风，众所周知），丹珠经常光顾。日子一久，在丹珠心里，小风俨然成了自己的好朋友。后来因为生病，丹珠还特地跑到小风工作的医院找她看病。有了这次相会作铺垫，小风也开始光顾丹珠的BLOG，两人间的友谊愈发深厚，加上原先就认识的博友，又一个博客圈渐渐形成扩散。
　　　　　　　　　　　聚会需要精心组织
　　这个博客圈自打形成后，便组织了多次聚会。今年春节长假，博友们还搞了一次义拍会，拍卖所得的钱款，全捐给了贫困山区的学校。
　　为了拍卖会，许多博客都翻箱倒柜找好东西来拍卖，大多数拍品都很有意义，比如博友米勒的拍品，一幅银铂画，是他在屏边做了三个月义工后，离开前当地人送给他的。之后，小风还在BLOG上精心整理了众人的拍品照片，又用文字“煽风点火”，再加上众博客们仗义“撬边”，以至于最后所有的拍品全部物超所值——一张从美国带回来的原版加菲猫海报竟被疯狂拍到了240元！
　　　　　　　　　　　　拍卖也疯狂
　　拍卖现场异常热烈，结果居然筹到了6620元，这些钱如今全变成了书籍以供山区孩子阅读。在小风的BLOG上，还截取了两个有趣的拍卖瞬间——1.最荒诞瞬间：shishui所供拍品是自行调制的外敷中药。参预哄抬物价的人中竟然有我的同事BL。出于职业道德，我忍不住提醒大家，BL只是内科医生，对跌打损伤药绝对没有权威性！
　　2.最坚定瞬间：横戈提供“丁丁历险记”DVD一套，花斑虎催着妈妈童桐竞价，哪知越竞越凶，童桐直举到手发软，花斑虎却坚定地托住妈妈的手不让她放下来！而yun医生的坚定态度则表现在举手姿势上——直上直下，这种气势最终压倒了诸多强力竞争者，把温暖百合美丽的音乐盒以天价收入帐下……
　　　　　　　　　　　博客聚会之花招
　　1、筹备——好的筹备是成功的一半，而筹备的诀窍在于炒作。为了聚会的良好气氛，事先在网上予以大肆炒作，惹得众人摩拳擦掌，翘首以盼。
　　2、博友——冷场几乎是不可能的。事实上，对于头一回聚会的博客们，组织者无需为是否会冷场而担忧，博客们通过彼此的BLOG，早已升级到博友，一见面，众人之关系立马升级到了叽哩呱啦没完没了。
　　3、聚会主题——聚会需要理由吗？说白了，主题就是理由，想要聚会，还怕没有理由吗？

　　不好意思，我对国家大事风云人物都不关心，这就是为什么我到今天才会想到去翻周轶君的blog。
　　最能彰显blog精神的事件正在发生，欲知详情，建议拜访以下两个blog，周轶君的Dancing With Kebab和高磊的摄影墙。里面包括了以下元素：摄影新闻时事以巴冲突人性弱者强者奋斗实时追踪战争和blog精神（什么是blog精神有待讨论）。
　　对那些厌倦了“生活周刊”也厌倦了八卦小资与自我blog的人来说，这两个blog可能是最适合停留的驿站。横戈的运气非常好，能有这两位以一挡万的乘客搭车。建议blogbus为他们提供更优质免费的服务。
　　推测周轶君落户blogbus的过程，我想可能是这样：前新浪摄坛版主royal（卤鸭）在www.5945.net的行乐版推荐了blog和blogbus，高磊（背心）摸到了blogbus建窝，高磊入选03年度bus最佳乘客，而且我记得是十佳里唯一一个真正有质量的blog。后来他可能认识了周轶君并向后者推荐了bus。但另一条线上，周轶君好象也是5945第七天版之版主丹珞的朋友，详情我就不知道了。丹珞的blogID在bus也是前两千号我记得。
　　行乐royal推荐blogbus的原贴