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吃过的进来说话，没吃过的先吃再说吧，哈哈。

那一年，世纪之交，一个人，背上行囊，第一次乘飞机出盐城这方，目标北上，北京。彼时流行的说法，叫做北漂，可惜我土到这说法都不知道。

习惯了早起，习惯了午睡，却在喧闹的大学校园再也找不到自己，新的北京的范式冲击我狭隘的思域，幸好我不是那么封闭和保守，于是在自行车丈量海淀的过程中，东到大屯名人国际，西到青龙桥颐和园，南到天安门复兴门，北到清河小营，我慢慢熟悉我生活的北京西北。慢慢地生活习惯也开始融入这个氛围，睡点儿懒觉、拖沓的节奏、爱谁谁的气度，当然还有推杯换盏的豪爽……一时间好习惯、好喜欢这种不拘谨的大度，在这种与世无争的从容中，毕业就业，工作生活。

这一年，房租交割，一个人，拉着行李，第一次找酒店为自己投宿，目标南下，离京。此刻奔赴的地方，叫做海漂，可惜我还是对未来看不清楚。

纵然是再熟悉不过的街道，也陡然有了陌生感，我是出差行走在这里的城市，我落脚的只是酒店；纵然是再熟悉不过的夜深人醉，上车之后再清醒不过。房门打开后的十几个平方，陈列规矩的物品和行李箱，不再有沙发音响的舒适惬意，不会脱下衣服扔进洗衣机的自由不羁，在局促逼仄的空间里，更加痛苦地面对自己。

是的，这里我来过。

曾经，那么熟悉；现在，那么陌生。

绝非广告：陈伟志DR.Unico的博客在这里。

比对376北京班，401上海班的这期，收获更大，除了是自己认知更加深入之外，先交代一些场外因素。京沪之不同，首先在401的整体氛围上，上海班的同学更是藏龙卧虎，当然北京班还有一堆香港同学赶来呢，不知道是我的印象还是感觉，上海班倾向于应用多一些，北京班倾向于认知层面一些，也许只是代表我对于九型的理解和认知。

当然，我能够释然，并欣然参与其中的是，上海班这期同学中既有我的老板也有我的同事甚至是客户，大家在一起能够真心分享，彼此认知相互的性格当然是最大的收获。对我自己而言，能够认识新朋友当然是收获之一，更重要的是，我发现我自己能尽可能平静地身处其中，用眼睛去发现、用耳朵去倾听、用大脑去分析这种性格的“能量”。

正如“咒语”中道出的真理：“找到型号是为了找到自己，找到型号不等于找到自己，找到自己比找到型号更重要”。我想，我应该是在找到自己并开始发现周围世界的路途上了。一旦开始这种从“找到自己”进入到“认知别人”的过程中，应该也是非常美妙的一个事情。这意味着更多的学习，不仅仅是学习自己，从自己身上认知，更多是开始了解周遭，向每个人学习。这种进步的感觉实在是很好。

说实话，如果不是自己功力尚浅，我愿意追随着每个班的痕迹，去了解神州各地的不同人文故事。但我毕竟不是社会工作者，不是记录者，也没有这么多的时间精力快速去阅读如此之多的鲜活人生，我需要更多的时间去理解、反复思考401上每个同学的精彩分享。好消息是在一个不长不短的时间之后，403期又在上海，时隔两个月，应该和我想象中的消化期相去不远。希望这两个月能给我的思考修为带来提升。

再多说两句401期，大陆地区的首场庆生，毕竟400期香港班的盛会未去现场无法分享，但细心的“乐活.种子”们也准备了一份蛋糕，相同的庆祝，不同的城市，别有一番意义。大家聆听陈博面对蜡烛期许愿望，竟然带着一份意外的感伤，也行500期之后陈博就真的收官不讲，那种缺憾岂是人生当中少了有意义的两天，更是缺少了一堂在忙碌都市森林中寻找人生真谛的心灵成长。打不开的心结、无法理解的纠结、无法面对的窘境……无数次在课堂上被从容而善意地点开化解，伴随着动情的泪滴和难忘的回忆，回头看看那一份收获，超过了课堂的知识，超过了课本的条框，源于生活化为明灯照亮人生智慧。想象一下接下来的500期之前，我们都还一直都有机会；希望在500期之后，能有奇迹……

恩，换一首感性的歌，和陈博晚餐回来的路上，5号林星说感觉我不是那种锋利的3号，是一个温和的3号。就像这首歌唱的，到不了是一个状态，我开始感受到这种“到不了”却不为之焦躁苦恼的从容。“到不了”就像九型功力是到不了的终极，就像对方的内心总有一块触摸不到的保留地——但，哪怕是一点点分享，就足以让彼此拉近距离，找到沟通的钥匙，进入彼此的心灵。分享这首歌，是告诉我自己，也送给朋友们：终点永远到不了，但敞开心扉一角，投射一缕阳光，阳光明媚的整个世界就离你我更近一步。

到不了 – 范玮琪 – faces of fanfan

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第401期8/28,29上海

Madonna surprised MTV’s VMAs tonight by opening the show with a long speech about Michael Jackson that was followed by a performance by Janet Jackson. The show closed with a spectacular look at This Is It, the film assembled from Jackson’s concert rehearsals. Read Madonna’s entire tribute here:

Michael Jackson. [Cheers] I have a little bit more to say than that. OK, here we go again. 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.

计划开两三场，也是为了朋友们合理安排，能来尽量来、尽早来。毕竟有些菜，可能做过了就不做了。或者说做了好几遍了，不下心思，菜的味道就慢慢变了。当然，最后的大派对，还是会穷兵黩武的~

最后说下，来之前都跟我打个招呼，方便备菜。到真的哪天把酒言欢挥泪别，就真的到了该跟北京生活说一声再见，后会有期。下一次我还在，只是我不再主场，少了那一份豪气。

你懂的，你必须来！

主题 || Subject

真的，说再见 || This is it, Beijing

时间 || Time

10 / 12 / 14. Aug. 2010 19:30 ~ 24:00

14th is available, (from 16:30~)
and it will be the last & biggest farewell party

地点 || Location

朝阳区百子湾沿海赛洛城113-2-802 || Silo City 113-2-802 in Chaoyang District

附图 || Map

点击看大图 || Click to see full size of the map

交通指南 || Traffic Guide

公共交通： 大望路地铁路北200米乘31路到水南庄站，向东300米路南四惠地铁路南50米495路总站到水南庄东站，向东50米路南

出租车及私人交通： 通惠河北路到大望路出口，走辅路右转上百子湾路后向东，过东四环百子湾桥，继续直行1500米路南

电话 || Hotline

13901062177

请允许我得瑟下~

于是，装满音乐，在一个个孤独的夜晚，用歌声来填充无所寄托的心情。偶尔摘下耳机，听上海寂静的夏夜，无力的风，还有呜咽的昆虫鸣叫。偶尔的一个音节，一瞬间听到感动，就想同步而行的两首音乐，在一个灿烂的夜晚绽放，灯火通明的夜空下，与思想一起轻舞漫步在这曼妙的上海滩。

Céline Dion -  L’abandon – 《S’Il Suffisait D’Aimer》

小虎队 – 爱 – 《爱》

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