卡门

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gklfK3jbU1A

The 100 dollars economics stories

Please visit the original web site at stated below

http://www.360doc.com/content/09/0630/10/148389_4082992.shtml


经济学的故事
  
        一：两个经济学家在一起打赌，甲经济学家对乙经济学家说：如果你能吃掉一滩狗屎，我就给你100万元。乙经济学家经不起100万元的诱惑，就真的吃了一滩狗屎，甲只好给了乙100万元。过了一会儿，乙觉得吃了一滩狗屎很恶心，就对甲经济学家说，如果你也吃一滩狗屎，我也给你100万元。甲很心疼那100万元，就也吃了一滩狗屎，于是乙便把100万元退给了甲。过了一会儿，乙经济学家觉得不对味，就对甲经济学家说：我们两个人什么也没有得到，却无端一个人吃了一滩狗屎。甲经济学家想了一会儿说：但是在我们的交换过程中，创造了200万元的GDP呀。
　　这就是GDP。

        这个故事幽默的介绍了GDP的计算方法，经济学研究的问题又时候很让人无奈。有个笑话大致如下：三个智商不同的人来死后来到天国，遇到爱因斯坦，爱因斯坦分别问了个人的智商，对一个智商200的人说：我们可以探讨一下相对论，对一个智商150左右的人可以探讨莫奈、达芬奇。最后知道那人智商只有80，沉吟半晌后问：“你觉得现今的经济结构需要如何调整？”
　　 
　　　　 
　　
        二：几个骗子拿着一些写着面值一元的纸片对一群傻瓜说，我们这里有一些神奇的纸片，它们代表一座不断长高的金山，可以不断升值。你们看，现在这些纸片就已经升值了，我们可以把它们一张卖10元钱。于是傻瓜们蜂拥而上，花10元一张买了那些纸片。后来没有买到的傻瓜就以20元、30元甚至100多元的价格从前面的傻瓜手里买那些纸片，并且给那些骗子交手续费。而且每个傻瓜都认为还会有更大的傻瓜以更高的价格买那些纸片。直到有一天，傻瓜们发现那些纸片其实连一元钱也不值，于是最后以最高价格买到那些纸片的傻瓜就成了最大的傻瓜。
　　这就是股市。

这个故事其实是介绍经济学中价值递延再创造的过程。目前的所谓资本运作就是这个原理。“创造”的那部分利润或者价值其实是一个累进转移的过程。社会财富在这个过程中被大量的虚拟生殖，过度的情况下，就会导致泡沫！



        三：几个骗子拿着一些更小的纸片对一些傻瓜说，我们这里有一些更神奇的纸片，它们虽然只有一寸见方，上面的面值只有几分钱，但是它们可以几万倍、几百万倍的升值。你们看，现在这张写着面值8分的纸片我就升值一万倍卖800元。于是傻瓜门蜂拥而上，买了那些纸片，后来的傻瓜甚至以8万元、80万元的价格买那张8分的纸片，直到有一天，傻瓜们发现那些纸片什么用处也没有，还不如包装纸精美漂亮有用，最多只值8分钱，于是最后以最高价格买到那些纸片的傻瓜就成了最大的傻瓜。
        这就是邮市。（以上为凯恩斯的最大苯蛋理论）

       

         四： 有一片土地，农民们有的在上面种地，有的在上面放牧牛羊。来了几个骗字，对放牧牛羊的农民说，我们把你们的牛羊全买了，你们到城里去卖牛羊肉吧。于是被骗的农民没有了牛羊，就把土地交给了那些骗子。骗子们在那些土地上面盖了很多房子卖掉，赚了很多钱。很多疯子看到可以赚很多钱，就蜂拥而来，从银借了很多钱，买农民的土地。对农民说种地多苦呀，你们也去城里吧。于是农民拿着卖地的钱去了城里，发现那些钱连一套普通的住房都买不起，他们只能住在贫民窟里做苦工。而那些疯子买到土地也盖了很多房子，发现已经没有人买了，只好闲置在那里任其倒塌，欠的债也还不起，于是跑掉的跑掉，跳楼的跳楼，把银行也拖垮了。城里的农民活不下去，纷纷跑回来，把荒废的房子拆掉，该种地种地，该放羊放羊，只留了少部分养鸡喂猪。
        这就是房地产。 

       





        一天，一只兔子在山洞前写文章， 
一只狼走了过来， 
问：“兔子啊，你在干什么？” 
答曰：“写文章。” 
问：“什么题目？” 
答曰：“《浅谈兔子是怎样吃掉狼的》。” 
狼哈哈大笑，表示不信，于是兔子把狼领进山洞。 

        过了一会，兔子独自走出山洞，继续写文章。 
一只野猪走了过来， 
问：“兔子你在写什么？” 
答：“文章。” 
问：“题目是什么？” 
答：“《浅谈兔子是如何把野猪吃掉的》。” 
野猪不信，于是同样的事情发生。 
最后，在山洞里，一只狮子在一堆白骨之间，满意的剔着牙读着兔子交给它的文章， 
题目：“《一只动物，能力大小关键要看你的老板是谁》。” 

        这只兔子有次不小心告诉了他的一个兔子朋友，这消息逐渐在森林中传播； 
狮子知道后非常生气，他告诉兔子：“如果这个星期没有食物进洞，我就吃你。” 
于是兔子继续在洞口写文章 

       一只小鹿走过来， 
“兔子，你在干什么啊？” 
“写文章” 
“什么题目” 
“《浅谈兔子是怎样吃掉狼的》” 
“哈哈，这个事情全森林都知道啊，你别胡弄我了，我是不会进洞的” 
“我马上要退休了，狮子说要找个人顶替我，难道你不想这篇文章的兔子变成小鹿么” 
小鹿想了想，终于忍不住诱惑，跟随兔子走进洞里。 

        过了一会，兔子独自走出山洞，继续写文章 
一只小马走过来，同样是事情发生了。 
最后，在山洞里，一只狮子在一堆白骨之间，满意的剔着牙读着兔子交给它的文章 
题目是：《如何发展下线动物为老板提供食物》 

        随着时间的推移，狮子越长越大，兔子的食物已远远不能填饱肚子。 
一日，他告诉兔子：“我的食物量要加倍，例如：原来4天一只小鹿，现在要2天一只， 如果一周之内改变不了局面我就吃你。 
于是，兔子离开洞口，跑进森林深处，他见到一只狼 
“你相信兔子能轻松吃掉狼吗” 
狼哈哈大笑，表示不信，于是兔子把狼领进山洞。 
过了一会，兔子独自走出山洞，继续进入森林深处 
这回他碰到一只野猪----“你相信兔子能轻松吃掉野猪吗” 
野猪不信，于是同样的事情发生了。 
原来森林深处的动物并不知道兔子和狮子的故事 
最后，在山洞里，一只狮子在一堆白骨之间，满意的剔着牙读着兔子交给它的文章 
题目是：《如何实现由坐商到行商的转型为老板提供更多的食物》 

        时间飞快，转眼之间，兔子在森林里的名气越来越大 
因为大家都知道它有一个很历害的老板 
这只小兔开始横行霸道，欺上欺下，没有动物敢惹 
它时时想起和乌龟赛跑的羞辱 
它找到乌龟说：“三天之内，见我老板！”扬长而去 
乌龟难过的哭了 
这时却碰到了一位猎人 
乌龟把这事告诉了他 
猎人哈哈大笑 
于是森林里发生了一件重大事情 
猎人披着狮子皮和乌龟一起在吃兔子火锅 
地下丢了半张纸片歪歪扭扭的写着：山外青山楼外楼，强中还有强中手啊！！ 

        在很长一段时间里森林里恢复了往日的宁静，兔子吃狼的故事似乎快要被大家忘记了 
不过一只年轻的老虎在听说了这个故事后，被激发了灵感 
于是他抓住了一只羚羊，对羚羊说，如果你可以象以前的兔子那样为我带来食物那我就不吃你。 
于是，羚羊无奈的答应了老虎，而老虎也悠然自得的进了山洞。 
可是三天过去了，也没有见羚羊领一只动物进洞。他实在憋不住了，想出来看看情况。 
羚羊早已不在了，他异常愤怒。正在他暴跳如雷的时候突然发现了羚羊写的一篇文章 
题目是：《想要做好老板先要懂得怎样留住员工》

天空の城

天空の城 陶笛阿志 Laputa: Castle in the Sky (Theme Song) - Ocarina

All my children were having a good time to watch this movie in DVD, and the enchanted theme music for this movie managed to bring us back the sweet moment of being together. 
Life goes on. A good night sleep with great relaxation is assured after the session of listening. 

八百人合唱

独唱

A better solo version, but without Chinese subtitle

平原綾香 ふたたび 千と千尋.wmv

dizigui

弟子规

http://tsoidug.org/dizigui_trans_simp.php

Martin Luther King I Have A Dream Speech

Full text to the "I Have A Dream" speech:

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"