自从我开始用英文写部落以后，读者有急剧下降的趋势。于是我还是决定用中文写一写，以免到头来没人愿意来了。不过我也很能理解，确实我的英文写得有点咬文嚼字了。其实，一开始初衷就是不想让人看得太懂，因为那时候我的感情状态有点复杂，太多的不确定，又不想一下子引起很多八卦。所以，就原谅我吧~

不过有时候读reading还真觉得那些作者就爱咬文嚼字，好好的一篇文章不好好写，干嘛要用一大堆看不懂的生词来搞得很复杂。（说穿了，也就是自己英文太烂）不过，我可以摘一小段我的reading让你们评评理，要是你能一次看懂他在写什么东西，那真是佩服你了：

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             "Simulacra and Simulations”  from Jean Baudrillard, Selected Writings, ed. Mark Poster (Stanford; Stanford University Press, 1988), pp.166-184.

The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth--it is the truth which conceals that there is none.The simulacrum is true.

If we were able to take as the finest allegory of simulation the Borges tale where the cartographers of the Empire draw up a map so detailed that it ends up exactly covering the territory (but where, with the decline of the Empire this map becomes frayed and finally ruined, a few shreds still discernible in the deserts - the metaphysical beauty of this ruined abstraction, bearing witness to an imperial pride and rotting like a carcass, returning to the substance of the soil, rather as an aging double ends up being confused with the real thing), this fable would then have come full circle for us, and now has nothing but the discrete charm of second-order simulacra.

 Abstraction today is no longer that of the map, the double, the mirror or the concept. Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being or a substance. It is the generation by models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal. The territory no longer precedes the map, nor survives it. Henceforth, it is the map that precedes the territory - precession of simulacra - it is the map that engenders the territory and if we were to revive the fable today, it would be the territory whose shreds are slowly rotting across the map. It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire, but our own. The desert of the real itself.

 In fact, even inverted, the fable is useless. Perhaps only the allegory of the Empire remains. For it is with the same imperialism that present-day simulators try to make the real, all the real, coincide with their simulation models. But it is no longer a question of either maps or territory. Something has disappeared: the sovereign difference between them that was the abstraction’s charm. For it is the difference which forms the poetry of the map and the charm of the territory, the magic of the concept and the charm of the real. This representational imaginary, which both culminates in and is engulfed by the cartographer’s mad project of an ideal coextensively between the map and the territory, disappears with simulation, whose operation is nuclear and genetic, and no longer specular and discursive. With it goes all of metaphysics. No more mirror of being and appearances, of the real and its concept; no more imaginary coextensively: rather, genetic miniaturization is the dimension of simulation. The real is produced from miniaturized units, from matrices, memory banks and command models and with these it can be reproduced an indefinite number of times. It no longer has to be rational, since it is no longer measured against some ideal or negative instance. It is nothing more than operational. In fact, since it is no longer enveloped by an imaginary, it is no longer real at all. It is a hyperreal: the product of an irradiating synthesis of combinatory models in a hyperspace without atmosphere.

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是不是看了很想打文章的作者？这只是开头，一共有十二页这种外星文，哪怕一个个生词查出中文意思了，串在一起也不懂在说些什么的鬼东西。

还有一件事要交代交代，那就是最近我谈恋爱了，总算终结了我两年多以来的孤单生活。现在我超幸福，也谢谢大家给我的祝福。我会很珍惜很珍惜这一段感情，让她成为世界上最幸福的人！

累了累了，睡觉去了，晚安了~