在开幕式前，网友们猜测该如何点火。

其中我看到最妙的一种是：谢亚龙把自己全身浇满汽油，亲自跳进大火炬里。
有时候，恶毒是可以被理解的……

虽然比较流行，但是歌词还是不错。用在当下，差不离。
       
《无》

演唱：谢天笑

没有什么能比内心更辽阔
每一个人都会一闪而过
没有什么能抓住天上的云朵
也没有谁能扑灭欲望之火

无门 无道 无限
无悲 无望 无怨
无怨

没有什么能比内心更辽阔
每一个人都会一闪而过
没有什么能抓住天上的云朵
也没有谁能扑灭欲望之火

无门 无道 无限
无悲 无望 无怨

无天 无地 无间
无你 无我 无言

无言
无言

可以到http://radio.democn.com/上去听，也可以关注下中国现在的摇滚发展成什么样子了。

在飞机上上网

本报记者 姜艳艳 实习记者 熊 薇

    12月下旬，燕园经济管理学院大楼5层。北京大学金融与证券研究中心主任曹凤岐的书房并不大，恰恰够面对两个记者谈话，他说：“对于2008年的股市我也有4句话，总体而言，明年的股市还是会很不错的！北京奥运会也不是这轮牛市的分水岭。”
牛市格局不会大变
    “2008年的股市总体来讲，牛市格局不会大变。”针对众说纷纭的2008年股市预测，曹凤岐显得信心十足。
    曹凤岐表示，分析中央提出的宏观经济政策，会发现这些都是为了让明年的宏观经济进一步稳定持续地发展。而宏观经济继续走好是股市走好的前提。在明年经济快速平稳发展的背景下，股市的发展不会太差。
指数震荡上升
    消费指数连续攀升，加上美联储三番降息以及央行6次加息影响，2008年宏观经济调控的力度将会增大，2007年从紧的货币政策效果将逐步显现，而这无不 对股市造成影响。曹凤岐分析说：“这些都会对股市产生很大的影响，对于短期投资而言，风险将加大，明年的股市应该是震荡上升的趋势，投资者应该学会波段性 操作。”
    有对于2008年资本市场将因缺乏资金而下降的说法，曹凤岐表示了不同的态度。他说：“我曾经说过一句话‘中国的股市缺少的不是资金，而是信心’。如果明年大家对中国股市有信心，那么股市就不会跌。”
奥运不是分水岭
    有评论家说2008年的奥运会会成为中国经济的转折点，也是中国股市的拐点。
     对此曹凤岐认为：“奥运会对中国经济的拉动作用是毋庸置疑的，但是不可能奥运之前什么都好，奥运过后一下子就不行了。”奥运会在举办前和举办后对经济的影 响从很大程度上由主办国家经济体的大小和发展阶段决定。目前的数据还没能看出即将举办的奥运会对中国整个经济体会有明显的影响，没有发现中国有“后奥运” 投资疲软的可能。主办奥运会更多地是中国经济崛起的结果，而不是经济增长的动力。对于奥运后中国经济的持续发展曹凤岐底气十足地表示：“我个人认为奥运会 不是中国股市的分水岭!”
进入价值投资时代
    价值投资时代是指买股票是以企业的基本面和股票的价值为参考依据，而不是仅仅根据行情来选择股票。
    曹凤岐认为：“价值投资首先是指炒股票要根据股票的价值进行选择，要选优质股蓝筹股。虽然有些优质股像工商银行，它们上涨不是很快很明显，但是优质股和潜 力股总有放光的一天。炒股应该是一种长期投资行为，而不是短期行为。”他还调侃说，如果时时去关注股市行情，心情也随着股市的走势而起伏跌宕，那讲课的讲 不了了，听课的也听不好了。他号召大家要去学巴菲特，15年时间等来了可口可乐天价上涨，看准一只股的价值就放着别去管。

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8uR6Z6KLc

相当有趣：Jobs生父母抛弃了他，养父母辛辛苦苦送他上大学，他却选择退学，旁听在很多人看来非常没有意思的字体制造，但是他感兴趣。他的理念就是：寻找自己最感兴趣的事情，不要太早做决定。像找老婆一样寻找自己的事业。

然后坚持。

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much