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Getty Images It’s shortly after 10 ., and The Body—all 237 pounds of him—is in his cubicle, sifting through e-mails. I’m wedged next to his liver, sifting through the metabolic remains of his morning drink: Vitaminwater. It calls itself a “nutrient enhanced” beverage, a nutritious cocktail. Ha! It’s mostly sugar in a bottle, and I love it. It sneaks past the digestive system and lands in the liver, which converts it to fat and sends it straight to me. What a bonanza!It’s a great time for me and my brethren fat cells. After millennia of toeing the line and giving up our stores whenever the muscles and nerves called on us, we’re now taking over. You don’t have to take my word for it. You can see it on the streets every day. More than 35 percent of adult Americans are obese. Not just overweight—obese. Cardiovascular disease? Type 2 diabetes? Cancer? Not my problem. I’m livin’ 11 Body’s starving. That muffin he had for breakfast provided plenty of calories, but they don’t satisfy him the way they used to. See, it’s my job to send a hormone signal—called leptin—to the brain so it makes The Body feel full. It used to work like a charm. But these days, I pump leptin like it’s a Middle Eastern oil well, and it just floats around in the bloodstream, aimless. With all that excess insulin swirling around to help The Body sop up his extra sugar intake, the brain doesn’t receive my usual leptin signal and issue the “you’re stuffed, stop eating” message. So he’s more apt to feel hungry soon after he finishes is sweet—saccharine, really. But it wasn’t always. I remember 40 years ago (The Body was barely a teenager) when I was born along with many of my fatty friends (puberty, the school nurse called it, which is when most adult fat cells should finish forming). I’d wait all day for some spare fatty acids I could store. Back then, most of the nutrition got used up. We fat cells would swell slightly, then shrink again. Those were lean I’m not going anywhere. I mean that literally. Fat cells never disappear. We’re virtually indestructible. The Body can deprive me of the greasy good stuff, and I’ll wither—but when he hits the drive-through again, I’ll rebound faster than he can say “Supersize me!” In a normal body, fat cells are mostly done forming after puberty. But if you’re obese, your fat cells plump up so much that new ones can be created. And lately, my neighborhood’s been getting a little crowded. Every time a fellow fat cell fills up and hits its maximum storage capacity, a new fat cell pops up next door. I’ve heard that a normal body has around 40 billion fat cells, but The Body rolls deep—in here, there are 80 billion just like me!I’m pretty lucky. Back when The Body went off to college, he developed a soda habit. At almost every lunch, he’d knock one back. It was a special treat, and I’d snag a few fat droplets from the liver each time and store them up. He liked the caffeine, too, the pep it gave him in the afternoon. Soon enough, after The Body graduated and found a job, he needed another can of soda just to push through the midafternoon slump. That was the start of my glory via Wikimedia Commons Hear that? The Body’s opening a can of soda as he digs in to his low-fat microwave lasagna. He’s trying to cut back, shed a few pounds—and hey, if you’re trying to lose weight, it makes sense to eat less fat. But have you ever tried lasagna without butter or oil? Tastes like cardboard. So there’s extra salt and sugar to compensate, and it’s still easy for me to convert some of that sugar to fat and squirrel it away. He has no idea!The poor sap. Back in college, when The Body skied or cycled almost every weekend, his weight was under control. His diet had a lot less sugar, and his brain listened to my leptin warnings, quashing his hunger whenever I managed to plump up. I’d get a little ahead after a big weekend of beer and wings, inflate a tad. Then the next day he’d eat a bagel and apple for breakfast and jump on his bike. His muscles burned up all the handy glucose, and I’d be forced to break down some of my precious self into fatty acids and glycerol. I’d give glycerol to the liver, which would convert it into glucose to burn, and the fatty acids would go straight to the muscles for energy. I’d deflate and hunker down, waiting for his next he polishes off the lasagna tray in six bites and swivels back to his computer, clicking and clacking through the afternoon. When he heaves himself from his chair to head home at 5 ., it’s the hardest his heart has had to work all day. I’m not worried, though—there’s plenty of fuel in his muscles to provide energy, so I never have to offer up any of myself to help. I’m lying low, laughing, confident I’ll never be called on to liquidate my get to relax during the hour-long commute home. What will I have for dinner tonight? Fried chicken? Burgers? But when The Body sags into his chair at the dinner table, he sees grilled chicken and salad. Lettuce, tomatoes, peppers… and what the heck is that, toasted pine nuts?! Oil-and-vinegar dressing, not even creamy ranch. Unfortunately, the salad’s fiber slows his digestion of the sugary dinner roll he snags from the basket. What gives? he asks. We’re eating healthy, says his wife. No more junk for could be bad for me, but I know The Body, and true to form, he cracks a beer. Sweet relief! I can score fat out of a beer as well as a can of soda. The ethanol it contains is a derivative of sugar, so some of the boozy goodness goes through the liver and converts to fat. After dinner, he takes the dog out for a walk. Thankfully, a casual stroll won’t exert enough energy to dip into my storage. Even better, when he gets home, he plops down to watch the game. Conditioned to snack at night, he grabs a Rice Krispies square, a tiny sugar boost for me. He slides into bed around midnight, hoping for his usual six hours of sleep. While The Body snoozes, I get to relax too. He doesn’t rely on my stores during the middle of the night, so I’m waiting for morning and already pulsating. I know his lack of sleep will make him stressed, hungry, and more likely to crave sugary, high-carb foods. Mmm, maybe doughnuts for breakfast?

奥巴马全胜英文演讲Thank you so , more than 200 years after a former colony won the right to determine its own destiny, the task of perfecting our union moves moves forward because of you. It moves forward because you reaffirmed the spirit that has triumphed over war and depression, the spirit that has lifted this country from the depths of despair to the great heights of hope, the belief that while each of us will pursue our own individual dreams, we are an American family and we rise or fall together as one nation and as one , in this election, you, the American people, reminded us that while our road has been hard, while our journey has been long, we have picked ourselves up, we have fought our way back, and we know in our hearts that for the United States of America the best is yet to want to thank every American who participated in this election, whether you voted for the very first time or waited in line for a very long time. By the way, we have to fix that. Whether you pounded the pavement or picked up the phone, whether you held an Obama sign or a Romney sign, you made your voice heard and you made a just spoke with Gov. Romney and I congratulated him and Paul Ryan on a hard-fought campaign. We may have battled fiercely, but it's only because we love this country deeply and we care so strongly about its future. From George to Lenore to their son Mitt, the Romney family has chosen to give back to America through public service and that is the legacy that we honor and applaud tonight. In the weeks ahead, I also look forward to sitting down with Gov. Romney to talk about where we can work together to move this country want to thank my friend and partner of the last four years, America's happy warrior, the best vice president anybody could ever hope for, Joe I wouldn't be the man I am today without the woman who agreed to marry me 20 years me say this publicly: Michelle, I have never loved you more. I have never been prouder to watch the rest of America fall in love with you, too, as our nation's first lady. Sasha and Malia, before our very eyes you're growing up to become two strong, smart beautiful young women,just like your mom. And I'm so proud of you guys. But I will say that for now one dog's probably enough.

. "ha!ha!lookatthelazyoldbull!"onoftheboyshouted."Doesn'thelookstupid?". . totheirburprise,. 下面翻译： 一个晴朗、炎热的下午，三个男孩正朝河边走去。他们要去那里钓鱼、游泳。路上，他们经过一片绿色的农田。农田的四周装有破旧的木栅栏。一头公牛正在田里安静的吃草。 “哈哈！看那只又老有懒的公牛！"一个男孩教导。“难道他看上去不够愚蠢吗？”另一个男孩笑到。他们拣起石头朝公牛扔了过去。公牛看看男孩，继续吃草。男孩们哄笑着走了。 很快，男孩们到了河边。他们脱掉衣服，跳进水里。他们在水里嬉戏了大约一小时。然后在太阳底下晒干身子，接着，他们又爬上了一棵大叔。树上有许多好吃的苹果。他们大吃一惊，还把口袋也装满。然后他们开始往下爬。 然而，他们惊奇地看到，树的附近站着一头公牛。公牛非常愤怒，它就是他们来河边的路上看到的那头公牛。男孩们不敢下来。这回轮到他们看上去很傻了． 完工～ 感觉里面有寓意吧，可是不知道寓意是什么 inclass,,"Whowantstogotothehell?","putyourhandsup,"whydon'tyouwanttogototheheaven?" thatgirlanswers,"ican'tgotoanyplaceifidon'tdogotoanyplaceifidon'." 然后翻译可能不咋准，我用翻译软件的啊~ 在课堂上,老师花半个小时跟学生们如何可怕的地狱,他问他的学生,各国“谁想去地狱呢?没有人把他或她的手搓老师是很开心的老师就另半个小时跟学生们如何在天上是很好的学生,“他的askshis请举手,“为什么你不愿意去天堂么?” 那女孩回答道,“我不能去任何地方,如果我不去任何地方,如果我不做家庭作业母亲告诉我,我必须做的事情办好,然后我能享受自己的生活之后。” 感觉有点别扭...题目的是：眼前的时光（timeatthemoment）

English story:God's wifeNew York city,It's a cold day in December. A little boy about 10-year-old was standing in front of a shoe store on Broadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the boy and said:"My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?" "I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes." The boy replied. The lady took him by the hand and went into the store, and asked the clerk to get a half dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. The clerk quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she then purchased him a pair of shoes, and tying up the remaining pairs of socks, gave them to the boy. She patted him on the head and said:"No doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?" As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand, and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered the question with these words:"Are you God's wife?" 纽约市，12月寒冷的一天。一个10岁的小男孩站在白老汇一家鞋店的橱窗前，赤裸着脚丫，在寒冷中颤抖着并注视着橱窗。一个女士走到小男孩跟前问到：“小家伙，你为什么这么专注的看橱窗呢？” “我在请求上帝给我一双鞋。”小孩子回答到。 女士牵着小男子的手走进了商店，她让店员取来半打棉袜给小男孩。然后她问是否能给她拿一盆水和一条毛巾。店员很快就拿过来了。女士带着小家伙走到商店后面，拿下手套，蹲下来给他洗脚，然后用毛巾擦干。这时店员拿来一双袜子。女士给小家伙穿上，并为他买了一双鞋穿上，并把剩余的袜子打包起来给小男孩，女士拍着小男孩的头说到：“小家伙，现在感觉舒服多了，不是吗？” 当女士转身要走时，小男孩拉住女士的手，抬起头看着她的脸，眼睛中充满了泪水，答到:"请问你是上帝的妻子吗？"