Thursday, June 21, 2007

My Medical Vocabulary (Expanding)

(God it's still poor!!!)

structure

  • mucous membrane 粘膜
  • trachea 气管

microscopic

  • antigen 抗原
  • antibody 抗体

internal illnesses

  • aneamia 贫血
  • cholera 霍乱
  • appendicitis 阑尾炎
  • *diabetes 糖尿病
  • *`eczema 湿疹
  • `epilepsy 癫痫
  • *measles 麻疹
  • *rabies 狂犬病
  • hepatitis (A/B) (甲型/乙型)肝炎
  • influenza flu 流行性感冒
  • luk(a)emia 白血病
  • rhinitis 鼻炎
  • allergic rhinitis (hay fever) 过敏性鼻炎
  • pneumonia 肺炎
  • rash, eruption 疹

illness change

  • relapse 复发

surgery

  • arthritis 关节炎
  • bruise 挫伤

practices

  • physical = physical examination 体检

venues

  • sanatorium 疗养院

tools

  • narcotic 麻醉品 n.a.
  • an(a)esthesia 麻醉术

adjetives

  • con`genital 天生的
  • wholesome 合乎健康的

My classification may not be right. I'm not a medical student anyway. Please, kindly leave me any comments if you find something is wierd...

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Reading Dairy

I’ve got to tell the truth that I had been too busy with my study to actually have a mind on jotting down any diary while reading the weeks before TEM4. Very sorry for that. During this winter, however, I did made about three logs on what I was reading, but unfortunately they have been carelessly deleted. I’ll try and see how well I can remember them.

Outline of The Count - Today

I’ve read The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas from time to time for the last couple of months. It is a story full of adventure and something masculine. Edmond Dantes, a kind-hearted talented and brave young man who is loved by those who know him. However, misfortune falls on him and he is put in jail by his enviers for 14 years. He manages to escape and gain freedom again, but he is no longer as naïve as he used to be. With the treasure he gets, he is now able to award those who once helped him, or, take revenge.

My Respond to Ch. I to Ch. VIII – 3 months ago

I at first read the book very slowly, but as the story gets more and more attractive, my speed and understanding increase just like when I’m seeing a movie. I couldn’t believe that. Edmond is arrested on his wedding, within the first 50 pages of the book, too soon for me to expect. I felt something heavy for life. He is given the best happiness life can offer, winning the respect of many, and marry a girl he loves, at an early age of 19. But fate can take it once all away! How could I get through all this if I were him?

But maybe such suffering, somehow to a man’s success, is necessary. As Edmond himself realizes, all these good things may “happen too early for him”. But I just couldn’t have imagined, the trial, like these happy moments too, would come so early so soon. Someone takes advantage of his activity, and says he’s a Bonapartist, and he loses his freedom right away.

Perhaps what Dumas wanted to say is a man’s value lies in the trials he stands through. However, can we say that so sure? I listened to Rachmaninov’s Piano Concertos while doing the reading, the last notes struck just in time when I finished the chapter where Edmond is put into the dungeon of the Prison on Chateau d’If, amid the sea. Rachmaninov’s music tells something about fate too, while he is on the liner heading for the New World, far away from his Russian hometown, to seek his career.

Respond to “freedom chapters”

Edmond made his fatherly friend, Faria, who used to be an Italian noble scholar, and they are the only human to talk to in a cell to each other. Faria teaches Edmond the knowledge he knows and made him a learned sailor. Faria finds this young man so good and worth his trust, that he gives the way to find his considerable buried treasure, which they can share once they escape. However Faria suffers from a fatal disease and dies before they can make their way out. In pain and grief, Edmond makes his escape to the open sea, though nearly loses his life. Freedom, as he can swim in and breathe.

More Reading Diaries coming up before Sunday

Monday, April 02, 2007

Commencement Address by Steve Jobs

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 listened to the audio clip and thought it is so inspiring that I need to share it here.


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 Ð 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 Ð 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 retuned 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 Ð 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 other's 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.

http://www.wiredatom.com/jobs_stanford_speech/

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Past From Raindrops on Roses

2006年12月4日 千年一叹-Book Riview November 2006 A Sigh of a Thousand Years (《千年一叹》)Yu Qiuyu 余秋雨

Outline: In 1999, months before man entered the new millennium, Yu started a journey with the Phoenix TV crews, over the rims of Europe and Africa, and the West and South Asia, all of which once bred glorious civilizations, but now have become deserted or less prosperous. They started from Greece and Egypt, to the Middle East, Iraq, Iran, Pakistan, India, Nepal and finally back to China. Mile by mile across the deserts and borders, they were on auto wheels, penetrating through the areas of extreme poverty, disorder, and above all, dangers which kept on threatening their lives. Every night throughout the journey Yu kept writing an essay of their sights and feelings, which would be faxed and published at once the next day. This book is a collection of these essays.

These feelings are valuable because the respected Yu, being no amateur traveler, had learned what he could all his life on the history, legends, and the present situations of all these civilizations before setting out. And among those who have learned in China, few would risk their lives like he did.

Response: The memories are miserable, the most miserable being the memories themselves being cut off, and the residents now, being scarcely aware or able to recover the wound. Greek and Egyptian civilization thrived, but would later be conquered and destroyed by the Romans. Jerusalem, happening to be sacred city of the Christians and Muslims at the same time, has been burned to ground and buried deep below several times. Iraq, once the glorious Babylon, was now being sadly impoverished by Sadam’s regime and punished by the international society. The Indians abandoned Buddhism themselves, which can be felt as a religion of wisdom, and entered centuries of confusion. In comparison, the Chinese are lucky. In spite of the recent hundreds of years of painful memories, along with the crash of western values, we have our national history and cultural characters well preserved.

Reading this book can help us learn about those civilizations at a quick glance, but it is not a tool for you to made judgments, which can only be drawn based on sufficient experience and evidence made by yourself. 22:05

10月16日 What's up man

Seeing a girl walking off the pavement as I sped my bike down the avenue, passing by in a flash. She was too concentrated on, or rather, too distracted by the colorful banners on the side to notice me, that I had to swerve to avoid her. "Freshman," I said to myself, "Unbearably romantic."

If freedom is what I need, I should be saving up before I can pay for it, the price probably freedom itself. A man may have lost freedom forever in his heart, luckily, however, he'll still be able to buy it for somebody else.

The generation in a hurry. Get used to things which we thought was disgusting, but try not to pass them on to the next one.

But this may be wrong. You're invisible because u're not connected, and u're not a man, bcz u failed to come up with the solution. The ability to change and make things happen may be universal, for men. You're honorable in moral, well; you're deep in thoughts, nice. But nervous to talk to people? Unwilling to meet strangers? lost your ideas over a lot of things or on being a leader? I'm sorry, but you're out.

What's wrong with me? Just feeling excited about the new faces we chose into our asso., but meanwhile so sorry for those who were out. This entry may be in memory of the same days last year when earthquakes took place in so many people's minds. But are such earthquakes necessary? But, you know, any town will be all right before it is struck. 19:19

9月15日 Things that I've learned in my first College Year

1. People are different. We come from different places and have had different experiences.

2. Things need to be done by heart, which you have only one.

3. As adults, we have secrets which are not to be let out, no matter what cultural background we are in.

4. Value time. Try to plan everything but love.

5.Value friendship, but withdraw illusions upon love. It's expensive.

6.Try to know how the whole thing works, and what answers are expected, at least before the day you're somehow free.

7. Don't lose your dream, or you'll never be free.

I'm not here to judge, but these are true to me, and are the only thing I've possibly got to teach, as a "Senior". 19:17

8月30日 Don't Be Ugly

Just finished the freshmen board of MASU last night. It was really a close call. I don’t know what I’m doing here again because, admittedly, they’re all back.To be a language learner, one must withstand loneliness. And for the past whole year, I’ve been no language learner. I have no sooner recovered from the tire boredom than I’m faced with the school’s freshmen reception work again.

I felt terribly “unincluded” again this afternoon, among all of them. It’s quite beyond me why some people, me included in some ways, could appear to be so cheerful all the time while in fact doing rather poor. They pretend to enjoy work which, to them, doesn’t seem real.

But it does seem great, giving you a sense of achievement which no textbook directly provides. I don’t wanna get lost again, this year.

Confident, enthusiastic, unexhausted, how ugly all these may seem if they are not what you are, but just what you think you need to be.

9:13

8月18日 To Start With...

I'll start this space as the second page of my original one where, from now on, only contents in Chinese will be shown. Those who r interested and have come here to read what my friends once complained as "hard to understand", well, thank u really. You are most welcome here. I'm a college student in my sophomore year, majoring in Business English in Sun-Yat-sen University in the city of Zhuhai, China. I'll be learning French soon. I'm interested in various types of music, singing, literature, movies and computer skills. Sometimes I write my own songs too. Though work will be much tougher this year, I'll still be happy to share my thoughts and experience in, well, anything here with you my friends. And BTW, as a student dreaming of studying abroad, I always long for chances to practice both my spoken and written language, Ha-ha.

Welcome to my space, and DO leave comments! 11:50

Monday, February 19, 2007

Country Days - First Day of the New Year

2007-2-18
Fifth day, the first day of the New Year. We woke up this morning and found our dog Daibo missing. Till now he has not returned. The firecrackers last night were too loud, and he was probably scared away. He must have found nowhere to hide before he lost his way or got caught by someone, for it was the same terribly noisy everywhere. For the first time in his life our New Year came as a test for him, yet it seems to our sorrow that he failed. I wish he could come back tomorrow. The only photo I took of him. God bless him wherever he goes.
[Photo of Daibo]

Boating is the only good exercise for me here.
[Photo of Boat]

Our baby, my youngest uncle’s little girl of 9 months, is always our super star.
[Photos of Little Chen]
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Fireworks
In the country, as you probably knew, lots of firecrackers blast when people celebrate the lunar New Year. They are strings of thumb-sized cylinders of explosive dressed in thick layers of red paper. When it blows, the noise is devastating.
[Photos of Fireworks]

Yearly Practice
As not mentioned, “Ninlai”, our Yearly Practice, has two main parts. At the village square, lots of fireworks are bought by the Village Commune for everybody, and we’re free whether to let them off, watch the performance by and the drummers, or even see a movie shown outdoors. “Everybody has fun, thanks to our better life now” is what this part most likely means.
For a family of us, accordingly, there can be a feast. It would be a large one in this case, something usually thousands of Yuan, which used to be a matter of years of savings. Thus we do not do this often. Dozens of round tables are arranged, cooks are hired, and relatives, friends and acquaintances are called over in this little country assembling. The implication, as we can put it in this way, “Eat good things till you’re full, also thanks to the better life, of mine, of course.”
It’s a matter of face rather than something religiously traditional in Maoming Area, according to Dad’s experience. Or you can say, the love of face is part of our traditions.

I started receiving text messages from my friends last night. Thank you all, men.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Country Days

2007-2-15
Country Roads

I’m again here now in the country, and hardly anything could I find to say for it. Nor for this quiet residence of ours, the new house, for whose first Lunar New Year I reluctantly come back with Mom and Dad this time.

Nothing to say, still nothing to say.
I’ve no idea the way how this peace of land talks, or how to find one way for it. In fact it has been imposed by the outside world their way, harsh and unhelpful.
The day villagers here start to realize the beauty of the nature, and start to love their woods, hills, rivers and fish ponds, is the moment a soul could be found here.

I was too unready to tell myself anything when arriving here at midnight, that all the above was all I wrote on a paper. Huazhou, this little town located west of Maoming with a development still too dear to promise, could draw no particular attention except a funny tongue distinctive from standard Cantonese. High temperature speeds up every life process, pleasantly that of birds and trees, unpleasantly that of moulds and bacteria, telling you that being lazy, as everyone around does, is the best way for easy survival here. You won’t find the uncanny scene here unbearable when you come, instead, just so natural. All dirt and waste with streets and bowls unclean, lazy workers, all mix perfectly with the hot tropical air and its pre-industrial peace. It’s dirty, but, hey, leave it. Newer blocks of houses of almost the same one repulsively dull shape, rise along the roads between the fields.
Don’t be mistaken. This is by no means my hometown. I would rather refer to it as my father’s, not mine, not even if I wish, and even if I had not been born in Guangzhou. Or it would be had Dad and Mom thought it a good idea to let me stay here longer when I was a very young boy.

2007-2-16
Country Peace
Here we are, the tiny settlement of Daichin(大村, ridiculously meaning “big village”) northeast off downtown where my grandparents spent all their life and would rather spend the rest of it.

Being the eldest among his six siblings, four of them now away in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, my father undertook the task of erecting for their parents a new shelter, the old one already too shabby and dangerous to live in. Though a little loud to me in color, our three-storied building is of nice design.

Forget about poverty, boredom and ignorance, one of the pleasant attractions of the country comes from nature, the color. Green, of life, all year round, as you can breathe it. The woods are green, of bamboos, banana leaves, and banyan trees; the lands are green, of rice fields, grass at the roadsides; the fish pools are green, of algae and other water plants.


Let’s take a brief look at what believe here. Like most rural communities in China, rather than one single god we have gods of different names including ancestors of one family, and like most others, traditional beliefs are losing the battle in young people’s minds. Customs, valued only by the elders, is virtually a burden to carry out to their descendents making a living far away. Not until in late nineteen nineties, long after the devastating Cultural Revolution, did old villagers re-establish a temple for gods, namely historical figures such as Kwan, at the southeast end of the village. Another god of ours leads a tougher life: the local “Father of Land”, as “Tudi Ye”(土地爷) in Mandarin, has its place believed at the foot of the largest banyan tree of the village. Worshiping of either has always been by no means something sacred, in which on a fine day a family collects and come to the place and knell down and pray, burn sticks of incense (giving fragrant smell), displaying food, a message of reporting peaceful life and no hunger. Paper is burned, as an act of sending money. Finally we light noise-making firecrackers, to scare away ghosts and evils. Such events, relating with good luck gods can give us to our life, are never serious but firm in the mind of a country man, seeing elders doing so since his childhood, though allowing him to play whatever faces before god.
Our night is dark and silent. Leaning againt the window of my room I saw one corner of the sky lit up by urban lights approaching and threatening what suddenly came to my mind as one truly important element of life here- peace. Frogs and birds singing in the pool and in the trees, bamboo whistling as wind blows, darkness when no light of our neighbors is on. Too sad it is going to vanish as the town gradually expands. All this, which we take for granted through generations, will be gone with the wind as population grows and villagers as well as urban dwellers feel obliged to have more housing here.


2007-2-17
Country Kids
The third day since I was here, entering New Year’s Eve tomorrow, as I have been finding it such warm pleasure being with children from the countryside. They are like the country scenes I’ve taken picture of, they were born and bred here, kids of the nature. Having their pre-school education at home and with their neighbors, something adult-like of them makes them lovely and easier to talk to. Unlike wayward kids in the city, they are helpful and they listen to you on what to do and what not to. On the other hand unlike their parents they have a sense that is more brightly expressed and felt. For instance they seem to be the only ones here aware of the beauty of the country.
I took the following pictures of them, three kids of a neighbouring family of ours, as they showed me around.

18/02/2007
Country Year
The fourth day, the New Year’s Eve comes at the top of all things. We’ve got to get prepared everything in this new but messy little house. My Uncles, aunts and cousins began arriving since yesterday. Our lives have all changed a lot, unbelievably, though which we scarcely share. Though I got up earlier this morning and ready to lend a hand, I somehow found labor work, after all, is not my type. The kids cleaned everything from tables to stools. Our men cleared up the courtyard to make room for car parking. My mother and my aunts worked together and a bamboo rack is put up for hanging wet clothes. Oh, water, I forgot how many times Dad and I have to pump it up today.
What we are so driven out for is traditional and exceptional. One of the traditions with utmost importance, in the mind of my grandparents and the villagers, is the Annual Feast, as reads Ninlai(年例) in Cantonese, an event which in our village, usually begins on the third day of the New Year. Acquantants are invited to eat for free. Not every family present one every year because it is expensive. We decided to have one this year for the simple reason we have a new house.

Monday, January 08, 2007

The Complete List: The Top 100 Global Universities by Newsweek

I read this article in Newsweek and found it so helpful, that I couldn't help posting it here, as the start-up of my blog. However I found this version slightly different from that on the Magazine Mid August last year. Thanks to Newsweek. Ranking isn't really anything actually, but when we make choices, and there are too many to choose from, so...

Web Exclusive
Newsweek International

Aug. 13, 2006 - In response to the same forces that have propelled the world economy toward global integration, universities have also become more self-consciously global: seeking students from around the world who represent the entire spec­ trum of cultures and values, sending their own students abroad to prepare them for global careers, offering courses of study that address the challenges of an inter­ connected world and collaborative research programs to advance science for the benefit of all humanity. To capture these developments, NEWSWEEK devised a ranking of global universities that takes into account openness and diversity, as well as distinction in research.

We evaluated schools on some of the measures used in well-known rankings published by Shanghai Jiaotong University and the Times of London Higher Education Survey. Fifty percent of the score came from equal parts of three measures used by Shanghai Jiatong: the number of highly-cited researchers in various academic fields, the number of articles published in Nature and Science, and the number of articles listed in the ISI Social Sciences and Arts & Humanities indices. Another 40 percent of the score came from equal parts of four measures used by the Times: the percentage of international faculty, the percentage of international students, citations per faculty member (using ISI data), and the ratio of faculty to students. The final 10 percent came from library holdings (number of volumes).

Here is our ranking:

1. Harvard University
2. Stanford University
3. Yale University
4. California Institute of Technology
5. University of California at Berkeley
6. University of Cambridge
7. Massachusetts Institute Technology
8. Oxford University
9. University of California at San Francisco
10. Columbia University
11. University of Michigan at Ann Arbor
12. University of California at Los Angeles
13. University of Pennsylvania
14. Duke University
15. Princeton Universitty
16. Tokyo University
17. Imperial College London
18. University of Toronto
19. Cornell University
20. University of Chicago
21. Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich
22. University of Washington at Seattle
23. University of California at San Diego
24. Johns Hopkins University
25. University College London
26. Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Lausanne
27. University Texas at Austin
28. University of Wisconsin at Madison
29. Kyoto University
30. University of Minnesota Twin Cities
31. University of British Columbia
32. University of Geneva
33. Washington University in St. Louis
34. London School of Economics
35. Northwestern University
36. National University of Singapore
37. University of Pittsburgh
38. Australian National University
39. New York University
40. Pennsylvania State University
41. University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
42. McGill University
43. Ecole Polytechnique
44. University of Basel
45. University of Maryland
46. University of Zurich
47. University of Edinburgh
48. University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign
49. University of Bristol
50. University of Sydney
51. University of Colorado at Boulder
52. Utrecht University
53. University of Melbourne
54. University of Southern California
55. University of Alberta
56. Brown University
57. Osaka University
58. University of Manchester
59. University of California at Santa Barbara
60. Hong Kong University of Science and Technology
61. Wageningen University
62. Michigan State University
63. University of Munich
64. University of New South Wales
65. Boston University
66. Vanderbilt University
67. University of Rochester
68. Tohoku University
69. University of Hong Kong
70. University of Sheffield
71. Nanyang Technological University
72. University of Vienna
73. Monash University
74. University of Nottingham
75. Carnegie Mellon University
76. Lund University
77. Texas A&M University
78. University of Western Australia
79. Ecole Normale Super Paris
80. University of Virginia
81. Technical University of Munich
82. Hebrew University of Jerusalem
83. Leiden University
84. University of Waterloo
85. King's College London
86. Purdue University
87. University of Birmingham
88. Uppsala University
89. University of Amsterdam
90. University of Heidelberg
91. University of Queensland
92. University of Leuven
93. Emory University
94. Nagoya University
95. Case Western Reserve University
96. Chinese University of Hong Kong
97. University of Newcastle
98. Innsbruck University
99. University of Massachusetts at Amherst
100. Sussex University

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