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这书能让你戒烟
戒烟了 已经有一周的时间 之前每次戒烟 拿到这本书 是在同事家的洗手间里 送这本书给我同事的人已有二十多年的烟龄 终于热泪盈眶虽然是三个月前的讯息 但依旧不能相信
各种追思新闻渐渐平息
每个人都有自己的方式 我只是默默伤怀
直至昨日 看到麦姐的演讲 终于忍不住热泪盈眶
 MTV大奖Madonna纪念MJ的致辞 2009/9/14
Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. So was I.
Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did I.
Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I.
When Michael Jackson was six, he became a superstar,
and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child.
When I was six, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick.
I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood.
And when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.
I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures.
Sometimes I was successful,
but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world?
There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known.
That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of eight
he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his words.
That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali.
That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that
didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly,
dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be.
Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.
He performed in soccer stadiums around the world,
and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents.
Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him.
He seemed otherworldly — but he was a human being.
Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities.
I can’t say we were great friends,
but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better.
I asked him out to dinner,
I said "My treat, I’ll drive - just you and me."
He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards.
We drove to the restaurant in my car.
It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.
I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limousine.
Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”
Then he tossed the glasses out the window,
looked at me with a wink and a smile and said,
“Can you see me now? Is that better?”
in that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm.
The rest of the dinner,
I was hellbent on getting him to eat French fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words.
Things he never seemed to allow himself to do.
Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids,
and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.
It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige.
In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar.
He felt like a human being.
We went out a few more times together,
and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch.
Then the witch hunt began,
and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael.
I felt his pain,
I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you.
I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself
because the roar of the lynch mob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.
But I had a childhood,
and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.
When I first heard that Michael had died,
I was in London, days away from the start of my tour.
Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later.
All I could think about in this moment was,
“I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him.
That we had allowed this magnificent creature
who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks.
While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career,
we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him.
In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory,
I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought,
“my God,
he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again.
He was a king.”
But he was also a human being,
and alas we are all human beings and sometimes
we have to lose things before we can appreciate them.
I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons,
age nine and four, are obsessed with Michael Jackson.
There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moon walking going on in my house.
And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids
have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again.
I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.
Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king.
迈克尔·杰克逊出生于1958年8月。我也是。
迈克尔·杰克逊是在美国中西部的郊区长大的，而我也是。
迈克尔·杰克逊有八个兄弟姐妹，我也有。
在迈克尔·杰克逊年仅6岁的时候，他便成为了一个超级巨星，或许更是世界上最多人钟爱的小孩。
而我6岁的时候，母亲永远离开了我。
我从没有拥有过母爱，
而他却从来没有享受过童年。
当一个人意识到永远得不到某种东西时，他就会对此念念不忘。
我耗尽了童年寻找母亲的形象，相比起MJ我是成功的。
当你的一生都被安置在放大镜下被人关注时，
试问你是如何重新找回你的童年？
毫无以为MJ是世界上最伟大的天才之一。
当他还是个8岁的小孩时，
他的歌声已经让人感觉像个饱经沧桑的成人在述说他的故事，也因此扣人心弦……
他的音乐有一种魔力，
让你不仅仅想随之而舞，更让你相信你可以飞翔，勇于面对自己的梦想，成为任何你想成为的人。
因为这就是英雄的影响力！而迈克尔?杰克逊就是个英雄！
我无法说我们是很要好的朋友，
但是在1991年我邀请他共度晚餐：我说：“我请客，我开车，只有你和我。”
他答应了，并只身一人不带保镖出现在我家中。
我开车和他出去，天已经很黑的可他仍然戴着他的墨镜。
于是我说：“迈克尔，我觉得我是在跟这部车说话。你能把眼睛摘掉让我看见你的眼睛吗？”
他犹豫了一会儿然后把眼镜扔出窗外，用闪烁的眼睛看着我，笑着说：“现在你能看见我了没？有没有好点？”
在这时我终于感受到他的脆弱和他的魅力……
我可以体会他的痛苦。
我很清楚当一个人走在街上而全世界似乎都与你为敌的感觉，
我也很清楚那种无助和无法为自己辩护的痛苦，
因为那些嘶吼着要将你处死的声音实在太大，以至于无论你如何大声否认也没人听见。
当我第一次听到MJ去世的消息时，我正在伦敦做巡回演唱会。
而我当时的感觉便是我遗弃了他，
我们都遗弃了他！……
当他试图建立自己的家庭和重拾他的事业时，我们都忙于对他做出评定。
我们中的大部分人都拒绝了他。
最后，我想以一个积极乐观的方式结束我的发言。
我的两个儿子，9岁和4岁，都非常痴迷于MJ，
每天都在家里跳月球步，
就好像全世界新一代的小孩儿们发现了杰克逊的天赋，并将他重新复活一样。
我希望无论迈克尔现在身在何处，看到这一些时都是面带微笑的。
是的，迈克尔·杰克逊是一个人类，但该死的，他就是一个王者！一个永世长存的王！
 停下来喘口气礼拜一
珍贵的休息
仅仅一天
然后是下一个循环
大半年来的种种辛劳
至昨日
有了小小的成果
项目新品发布会
站在富丽堂皇的空间里
看着各色人形
觉得疲惫之极
梁大师走过来 说 凡凡 放眼都是你的作品 很骄傲吧
经过36小时不间断的工作 神经都麻木了
但是很感激他 理解的感激
就像半个月前第一款报版出街
看到程老师对我的报版的点评
“...... 每一处细节都渗透了深深的考量......"
站在那面墙前 对这这句话 心中五味杂陈
......总是有人看得到的
不知其他那么多人看到这款报版的时候
是信手带过 还是真切了解了我们想要传达的信息呢
......
在家看了一天的书
已经是最想要且最奢侈的享受了
纪念今年生日
在外地开了整整一天的会
胃又出了点问题
已经四天没有进食
现在想想
还是有点惨淡的
但是昨天一整天
从零点零二 到二十三点五十八
收到太多的祝福
虽然一直在会议中 多多少少有些怠慢了
但所有的祝福
都记在心里
亲爱的老爸 逢年过节必到的藏头诗
叔叔 在我不能吃东西的状况下依然定了我最喜欢的breadtalk生日蛋糕
零点零二 李政 亲爱的弟弟
二十三点五十八 小彦 怀念冰川上我们赤裸的脚丫
淘宝上给我织了美丽手套的美莉
和我同天同日生并给了我两个奇特礼物的雄雄
还有要唱歌给我听的栋栋以及所有的朋友
谢谢你们
给了我莫大的感动
而让我这懒人下决心发布日志的
是姐姐
这么晚回到家
开机便看到那么多感性的文字
一定要记下来
“亲爱的，darling，dearest…
真希望你身体健健康的，茁壮茁壮的！
发现自己每次电话里和你讲话好像都会不知道该说些什么，
但是，你肯定知道我想跟你讲的那些。
虽然可能啰啰嗦嗦也没啥实际的效用，但真的为有你这样的好妹妹而高兴。
所以，一定要照顾好自己，为了你自己也为了所有爱你的人；
一定要让你那复杂的心思偶尔稍稍的放轻松些，不要让自己太紧张太累；
多多的给我们晒晒你的幸福与快乐，
觉得辛苦的时候也可以讲给我听
（我知道你不爱讲，或者有他和朋友们陪，不过我也很想在你偶尔觉得孤单的时候可以陪陪你）
生日快乐！”
八月尾巴夹上的约会
从小就和男孩子玩在一起 很少有佳林这样类型的女朋友
带着浓浓的江南女子的味道 清淡的五官仿佛一抹就散去了
第三次相见 我所在的地铁车厢停止的位置 正是她等待的位置
这种小巧和 最让人欣喜
手拖手去江南味道吃生煎包和东坡肉 然后去满记吃杨枝甘露 后来又跑去中信喝饮料
说了很多很多的话
折腾到十一点多才回家 开心满满
佳林对待食物特别特别认真
我点的都忘记照相啦 只有佳林这份杂果椰汁留了影 佳林送我的小U盘 只有硬币那么大
地铁站留影
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