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6TelevisionTelevision-----the most pervasive and persuasive of modern technologies, marked by rapid change and growth-is moving into a new era, an era of extraordinary sophistication and versatility, which promises to reshape our lives and our world. It is an electronic revolution of sorts, made possible by the marriage of television and computer technologies. The word "television", derived from its Greek (tele distant) and Latin (visi sight) roots, can literally be interpreted as sight from a distance. Very simply put, it works in this way through a sophisticated system of electronics, television provides the capability of converting an image (focused on a special photoconductive plate within a camera) into electronic impulses, which can be sent through a wire or cable. These impulses, when fed into a receiver (television set), can then be electronically reconstituted into that same image. Television is more than just an electronic system, however. It is a means of expression, as well as a vehicle communication, and as such becomes a powerful tool reaching other human beings. The field of television can be divided into two categories determined by its means of transmission. First, there is broadcast television, which reaches the masses through broad-based airwave transmission of television signals. Second, there is nonbroadcast television, which provides the needs of individuals or specific interest groups through controlled transmission techniques. Traditionally, television has been a medium of the masses. We are most familiar with broadcast television because it has been with us about thirty-seven years in a m similar to what exists today. During those years, it has been controlled, the most part, by the broadcast networks, A, N, and CBS, who have been the major purveyors of news, inmation, and entertainment. These giants of broadcasting have actually shaped not only television but our perception of it as well. We have come to look upon the picture tube as a source of entertainment, placing our role in this dynamic medium as the passive viewer. 18

Telecommuting Telecommuting -- substituting the computer the trip to the job--has been hailed as a solution to all kinds of problems related to office work. workers it promises freedom from the office, less time wasted in traffic, and help with child-care conflicts. management, telecommuting helps keep high permers on board, minimizes tardiness and absenteeism by eliminating commutes, allows periods of solitude high-concentration tasks, and provides scheduling flexibility. In some areas, such as Southern Calinia and Seattle, Washington, local governments are encouraging companies to start telecommuting programs in order to reduce rush-hour congestion and improve air quality. But these benefits do not come easily. Making a telecommuting program work requires careful planning and an understanding of the differences between telecommuting realities and popular images. Many workers are seduced by rosy illusions of life as a telecommuter. A computer programmer from New York City moves to the tranquil Adirondack Mountains and stays in contact with her office via computer. A manager comes in to his office three days a week and works at home the other two. An ant stays home to care her sick child; she hooks up her telephone modem connections and does office work between calls to the doctor. These are powerful images, but they are a limited reflection of reality. Telecommuting workers soon learn that it is almost impossible to concentrate on work and care a young child at the same time. Bee a certain age, young children cannot recognize, much less respect, the necessary boundaries between work and family.Additional child support is necessary if the parent is to get any work done. Management too must separate the myth from the reality. Although the media has paid a great deal of attention to telecommuting in most cases it is the employee's situation, not the availability of technology that precipitates a telecommuting arrangement. That is partly why,despite the widesp press coverage,the number of companies with work-at-home programs or policy guidelines remains small. 0

When someone accepts your help, that person is giving you a wonderful opporty. You're not only helping that person but you also have the opporty to grow in compassion. 每当有人接受你的帮助,他就给了你一次绝妙的机会;你不只是在帮助这个人,你也得到了一次在同情中成长的机会 9

哥哥和们都上学去了, 对我们3岁大的女儿贝基来说, 牧场是个很孤独的地方她渴望有玩伴我们答应给她买只小, 可在此期间几乎每天都有“假装”的小出现Becky and the wolfWith all her big brothers and sisters off to school, our ranch became a lonely place our three-year-old daughter, Becky. She longed playmates. We promised to buy her a puppy but in the meantime, “pretend”puppies popped up nearly every day. I had just finished washing the lunch dishes when the screen door slammed1)and Becky rushed in, cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mama.”she cried. “Come see my new doggy. I gave him water two times aly. He’s so thirsty.”I sighed. Another of Becky’s imaginary dogs. “Please come, Mama. ”She tugged at my jeans, her brown eyes pleading. “He’s crying--and he can’t walk.”“Can’t walk?”Now that was a twist. All her previous make-believe dogs could do marvelous things. Why suddenly a dog that couldn’t walk?“All right, honey, ”I said. By the time I tried to follow her, Becky had aly disappeared into the mesquite). “Where are you?”I called. “Over here by the oak stump. Hurry, Mama.”I parted the thorny3) branches and raised my hand against the glare of the Arizona sun. A numbing chill gripped me. There she was, sitting on her heels, toes dug firmly in the sand, and cradled in her lap was the unmistakable head of a wolf.“Becky. ”My mouth felt dry. “Don’ t move. ”I stepped closer. Pale-yellow eyes narrowed. Black lips tightened, exposing double sets of two-inch fangs). Suddenly the wolf trembled. Its teeth clacked, and a piteous whine rose from its throat. “It’s all right, boy, ”Becky crooned. “Don’t be afraid. That’s my mama, and she loves you, too. ”Then the unbelievable happened. As her tiny hands stroked the great shaggy head, I heard the gentle thump, thump, thumping of the wolf’s tail from deep inside the stump. What was wrong with the animal?I wondered. Why couldn’t he get up?I couldn’t tell. Nor did I dare to step any closer. I glanced at the empty water bowl. My memory flashed back to the five skunks5) that last week had torn the burlap6) from a leaking pipe in a frenzied eft to reach water during the final agonies7) of rabies8). Of course. Rabies. Warning signs had been posted all over the county, and hadn’t Becky said, “He’s so thirsty”?I had to get Becky away. “Honey. ”My throat tightened. “Put his head down and come to Mama. We’ll go find help. ”Reluctantly, Becky got up and kissed the wolf on the nose bee she walked slowly into my outstretched arms. Sad yellow eyes followed her. Then the wolf’s head sank to the ground. With Becky safe in my arms, I ran to the barns where Brian, one of our cowhands, was saddling up. “BrianCome quickly. Becky found a wolf in the oak stump near the wash.I think it has rabies.”“I’ll be there in a jiffy, ”he said as I hurried back to the house, anxious to put Becky down her nap. I didn’t want her to see Brian come out of the bunkhouse. I knew he’d have a gun. “But I want to give my doggy his water, ”she cried. I kissed her and gave her some stuffed animals to play with. “Honey, let Mom and Brian take care of him now, ”I said. Moments later, I reached the oak stump. Brian stood looking down at the beast. “It’s a Mexican lobo, all right, ”he said, “and a big one. ”The wolf whined. Then we both caught the smell of gangrene9). “Whew! It’s not rabies, ”Brian said. “But he’s sure hurt real bad. Don’t you think it’s best I put him out of his misery?”The word“yes”was on my lips, when Becky emerged from the bushes. “Is Brian going to make him well, Mama?”She hauled the animal’s head onto her lap once more, and buried her face in the coarse, dark fur. This time I wasn’t the only one who heard the thumping of the lobo’s tail. That afternoon my husband, Bill, and our veterinarian came to see the wolf. Observing the trust the animal had in our child, Doc said to me, “Suppose you let Becky and me tend to this fell a together.”Minutes later, as child and vet reassured the stricken beast, the hypodermic found its mark. The yellow eyes closed. “He‘s asleep now, ”said the vet. “Give me a hand here, Bill. ”They hauled the massive body out of the stump. The animal must have been over five feet long and well over one-hundred pounds. The hip and leg had been mutilated by bullets. Doc did what he had to in order to clean the wound and then gave the patient a dose of penicillin. Next day he returned and inserted a metal rod to replace the missing bone.“Well, it looks like you’ve got yourselves a Mexican lobo, ”Doc said. “He looks to be about three years old, and even as pups, they don’ t tame real easy. I‘m amazed at the way this big fella took to your little gal. But often there’s something that goes on between children and animals that we grownups don’t understand. ”Becky named the wolf Ralph and carried food and water to the stump every day. Ralph’s recovery was not easy. three months he dragged his injured hindquarters by clawing the earth with his front paws. From the way he lowered his eyelids when we massaged the atrophied limbs, we knew he endured excruciating pain, but not once did he ever try to bite the hands of those who cared him. Four months to the day, Ralph finally stood unaided. His huge frame shook as long-unused muscles were activated. Bill and I patted and praised him. But it was Becky to whom he turned a gentle word, a kiss or a smile. He responded to these gestures of love by swinging his bushy tail like a pendulum). As his strength grew, Ralph followed Becky all over the ranch. Together they roamed the desert pastures, the golden-haired child often stooping low, sharing with the great lame wolf whispered secrets of nature’s wonders. When evening came, he returned like a silent shadow to his hollow stump that had surely become his special place. As time went on, although he lived primarily in the brush, the habits of this timid creature endeared him more and more to all of us. Becky’s first day of school was sad Ralph. After the bus left, he refused to return to the yard. Instead, he lay by the side of the road and waited. When Becky returned, he limped and tottered in wild, joyous circles around her. This welcoming ritual persisted through out her school years. During Ralph’s twelve years on our ranch, his habits remained unchanged. Always keeping his distance, he tolerated other pets and endured the activities of our busy family, but his love Becky never wavered. Then the spring came when our neighbor told us he’d shot and killed a she-wolf and grazed her mate, who had been running with her. Sure enough, Ralph returned home with another bullet wound. Becky, nearly fifteen years old now, sat with Ralph’s head resting on her lap. He, too, must have been about fifteen and was gray with age. As Bill removed the bullet, my memory raced back through the years. Once again I saw a chubby three-year-old girl stroking the head of a huge black wolf and heard a small voice murmuring, “It’s all right, boy. Don’t be afraid. That’s my mama, and she loves you, too. ”Although the wound wasn’t serious, this time Ralph didn’t get well. Precious pounds fell away. The once luxurious furturned dull and dry, and his trips to the yard in search of Becky’s companionship ceased. All day long he rested quietly. But when night fell, old and stiff as he was, he disappeared into the desert and surrounding hills. By dawn his food was gone. The morning came when we found him dead. The yellow eyes were closed. Stretched out in front of the oak stump, he appeared but a shadow of the proud beast he once had been. A lump in my throat choked me as I watched Becky stroke his shaggy neck, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll miss him so, ”she cried. Then as I covered him with a blanket, we were startled by a strange rustling sound from inside the stump. Becky looked inside. Two tiny yellow eyes peered back and puppy fangs glinted in the semi-darkness. Ralph’s pup.Had a dying instinct told him his motherless offspring would be safe here, as he had been, with those who loved him?Hot tears spilled on baby fur as Becky gathered the trembling bundle in her arms. “It’s all right, little. . . Ralphie, ”she murmured. “Don’t be afraid. That’s my mom, and she loves you, too. ” 15

“我告诉你我非走不可!”我回驳着,感情很有些冲动“你难道认为,我会留下来甘愿做一个对你来说无足轻重的人?你以为我是一架机器——一架没有感情的机器?能够容忍别人把一口面包从我嘴里抢走,把一滴生命之水从我杯子里泼掉?难道就因为我一贫如洗、默默无闻、长相平庸、个子瘦小,就没有灵魂和心肠了?你想错了!我的心灵跟你一样丰富,我的心胸跟你一样充实!要是上帝赐予我一点姿色和财富,我会使你难以离开我,就像现在我很难离开你一样我不是根据习俗、常规,甚至也不是血肉之躯同你说话,而是我的灵魂同你的灵魂在对话,就仿佛我们两人穿过坟墓,站在上帝脚下,彼此平等,本来就如此!” 0197

常用英语900句:关于生病 About Sickne -01-7 :: 来源: About Sickness 关于生病. How are you feeling today? 你今天感觉怎么样?. I don't feel very well. 我觉得不太舒. Do you fell better now? 你现在觉得好点了吗?. Much better. 好多了. I'm sick. 我病了. He's got a bad headache. 他头痛的厉害. My fever is gone. 我的烧已经退了. What's the matter with you? 你怎么啦?. I've got a pain in my back. 我背疼. It really hurts. 可真疼. It hurts right here. 就这儿疼. It's bleeding. You'd better see a doctor about that cut.在流血呢,你最好找个医生看看这伤口18. Call the doctor! 快打电话叫医生!19. Take two pills and have a good rest. 吃两片药,好好休息一下. I hope you'll be well soon. 祝你早日恢复健康 关于 英语 常用 医生


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