Ma"s remarkable year also included the continued success of Appalachia Waltz, an original recording of traditional American fiddle music that featured Ma with Nashville-based violinist Mark O"Connor and bassist Edgar Meyer, as well as his performance in a music video for director Sally Potter"s feature film The Tango Lesson, in which he plays Astor Piazzolla"s "Libertango." In the last two years, two of Ma"s Sony Classical recordings--Hush with vocalistBobbyMcFerrinandthesoundtracktoImmortal Beloved--have been certified gold records by the Recording Industry Association of America.
   In November 1997 Ma was named Artist of the Year in the Gramophone Awards.
   The magazine noted,"In a year of quite extraordinary diversity, the cellist Yo-Yo Ma has shown that the boundaries of "classical" music need not be restraining as he has vaulted spectacularly from classical cello concertos,to blue-grass1 music via a disc of tangos to a host of2 specially composed works featuring his remarkable talent…" With Ma, there is only one category of music--the kind he wants to make." The Gramophone prize capped a remarkable year of achievement in recording.
  As a performer, Ma maintains a balance between his engagements as soloist with orchestras throughout the world and his recital and chamber music activities. He draws inspiration from a wide circle of collaborators, having created programmes with such artists as Emanuel Ax, Daniel Barenboim, Pamela Frank, Jeffrey Kahane,Young Uck Kim,Jaime Laredo,Bobby McFerrin, Edgar Meyer,MarkO"Connor,Peter Serkin,Isaac Stern, Richard Stoltzman and Kathryn Stott. Each of these collaborations is fuelled by the interaction between or among the artists, and often that process produces music that extends beyond the boundaries of a particular gee, classical or otherwise. One of Mr.Ma"s goals is to understand and demonstrate how music serves as a means of communication in both Western and non- Western cultures.To that end, he has taken time to immerse himself in projects as diverse as native Chinese music and distinctive instruments and the music of the Kalahari bush people in Africa.
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  This is a story that happened in 17th century Europe. Tulips were introduced into Holland before the 17th century but it did not take long for the flowers to gain popularity among the upper classes. Flowers of such beauty and rarity soon became symbols of power and prestige and the rich tried their utmost to lay their hands on some to display in their gardens. When more people learned of the prices that the rich were willing to pay for tulips, they knew they just found a "get-rich-quick" gold mine.
  By 1634, the whole country was so fascinated by tulips that all other activities almost came to a stop. People were trading in tulips and even buying and selling un-sprouted flowers. It was similar to the futures market today, where traders are buying and selling crude oil or cotton which they will never see. It was documented that one rare bulb fetched a price equivalent to ten tons of cheese. As the tulip trades increased, regular marts were set up on the Stock Exchange of Amsterdam and other towns. That happened in the year 1636 when mania was reaching its peak.
  Like all speculative bubbles, many made a fortune in the beginning. As the prices moved in one direction, you only needed to buy low and sell high, buy high and sell higher. After the initial gains, confidence rose and many sold away their assets in order to invest more money in tulips, hoping to make more money. The temptation was so great that those who were watching from the sidelines also rushed to the tulip-marts. People often said in jest that one should sell stocks when housewives were talking about stocks in the market. Mass participation was a sign that the market had peaked. At that time, everyone thought that the high demand for tulips would continue forever and prices could only go up because more and more people 。from all over the world would start to like tulips. This was similar to the early nineties when China opened up its economy. If a listed company announced its intention to enter the Chinese market, its stock price rose because the profit potential was limitless if eve。ry single Chinese bought its product.
  When the prices of tulips reached such an exorbitant level, few people bought them for p。lanting in their gardens. The real demand for the flowers was exaggerated by people who were buying them for speculation, not appreciation. The bubble finally burst in 1637. For some unknown reasons maybe a group of people suddenly realised the madness tulips failed to command the usual inflated prices in a gathering. Word spread and the market crashed. As in all asset bubbles, it took time to propel prices to such outlandish levels, but it only took a single pierce to burst the bubble. When confidence was destroyed, it could not be recovered and prices kept falling until they were one-tenth of those set during the peak. Soon the nobles became poor and the rich became paupers. Cries of distress resounded everywhere in Holland.
  Why do investment professionals like to bring up this story that happened centuries ago? This is because greed is part of human nature and short memory is an investor trait, we just never seem to learn from past mistakes. Recently, many have pointed to the American investors" craze over Internet stocks as another "tulipmania". Whether these are really "Internet tulips" remain to be seen. However there are tell-tale signs that the buying is overdone.
  When World War II ended, there were ruins everywhere. American sociologist David Popenoe visited a German family living in the。 basement.
   After leaving there, one of the people going the same way asked Popenoe, "Do you think they can rebuild their home?"
   "Surely!" Popenoe answered verily.
   "Why did you answer so surely?"
   "What did you see they put on the table in the basement?"
   "A vase of flowers."
   "Right," Popenoe said, "any nation in such a plight that has not yet forgotten the love of beauty must be abl。e to rebuild her homes on the ruins."
   This story tells us how admirable and inspiring the people in despair who could still pursue the flower of hope were!








  Albert tossed1 the papers on my desk--his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.
  "What"s wrong?" I asked.
  He jabbed2 a finger at the proposal. "Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said.
  How dare he treat me like that, I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar, something I thought I was paid to do.
  It"s not that I hadn"t been warned. Other women who had worked my job before me called Albert names I couldn"t repeat. One coworker took me aside the first day. "He"s personal。ly responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm," she whispered.
  As the weeks went by, I grew to despise Albert. His actions made me question much that I believed in, such as turning the other cheek and loving your enemies. Albert quickly slapped a verbal insult on any cheek turned his way.
  One day another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to lose my job if needed, but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Albert glanced up. "What?" he asked abruptly.
  Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it.
  I sat across from him and said calmly, "Albert, the way you"ve been treating me is wrong. I"ve never had anyone speak to me that way. it"s wrong, and I can"t allow it to continue."
  Albert snickered3 nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed.
  "I want to make you a promise, I will be a friend," I said. "I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that. Everybody does." I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.
  Albert avoided me the rest of the week. Proposals and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and my corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left a batch4 on his desk. Another day Ileft a note. "Hope your day is going great," it read.
  Over the next few weeks, Albert reappeared. He was reserved, but there were no other episodes. Coworkers cornered5 me in the break room. "Guess you got to Albert," they said.
  I shook my head. "Albert and I are becoming friends," I said in faith. I refused to talk about him. Every time I saw Albert in the hall, I smiled at him: After all, that"s what friends do.
  One year after our "talk," I discovered I had breast cancer. I was thirty-two, the mother of three beautiful young children, and scared. The cancer had metastasized6 to my lymph nodes7 and the statistics were not great for long-term survival. After my surgery, friends and loved ones visited and tried to find the right words. No one knew w。hat to say, and many said the wrong things. Others wept, and I tried to encourage them. I clung to8 hope myself.
  One day, Albert stood awkwardly in the doorway of my small, darkenedhospital room. I waved him in with a smile. He walked over to my bed and without a word placed a bundle beside me. Inside the package lay several bulbs.
  It might make a larger omelette but a bigger egg isn"t necessarily a better one — and it certainly doesn"t make the hen that laid it very happy.
  That is the view of the chairman of the British Free Range Producers" Association, who says that if you want to be kind to hens, you should eat medium, not large or very large, eggs.
  “It can be painful to the hen to lay a larger egg,” Tom Vesey, who keeps 16,000 hens on 45 acres at Dingestow, Monmouth, told The Times. “There is also the stress, which is a big problem as it takes more out of hens to lay large eggs. It would be kinder to eat smaller eggs. Whenever I go to the Continent people eat medium-sized eggs yet here the housewife seems to be wedded to large eggs.”
  He also suggests people would do better eating a breakfast of two medium-sized eggs rather than one large one. “I prefer medium eggs,” he said, “They taste better, are less watery and don"t run off the plate.”
  Mr Vesey, who says he is determined to change egg-shopping habits, insists that farmers only produce large eggs because they receive more for them from supermarkets. The average price for 12 free-range eggs paid to a farmer is 77p for medium, £1 for large and just over £1 for very large.
  Mr Vesey has been criticised by industry chiefs for raising the issue in The Grocer but animal welfare experts say his argument is valid. Phil Brooke, of Compassion in World Farming, said: “Selectively breeding hens for high productivity, whether larger eggs or larger numbers of eggs, can cause a range of problems such as osteoporosis, bone。 breakage and prolapse. We need to breed and feed hens so that they can produce eggs without risk to their health or welfare.”
  Christine Nicol, Professor of Animal Welfare at the University of Bristol, said: “There is no strong published evidence of pain in egg-laying hens but it"s not ueasonable to think there may be a mismatch in the size of birds。 and the eggs they produce. We do often spot bloodstains on large eggs. As a personal decision I would never buy jumbo eggs.”
  Prices for very large eggs have decreased slightly over the past year, something Mr Vesey believes may make farmers think again about their production. He would like to see higher prices paid for medium eggs to encourage production. There is little consumer demand for small eggs, which weigh less than 53g and are mostly used in processed food.
  He thinks by changing the protein element of poultry feed it is possible for farmers to slow down the process of egg production so that hens can lay smaller eggs. He also suggests that farmers will make more profit from producing medium eggs because there will be fewer breakages. The volume of egg shell is the same on a medium as on a large or very large egg. Thin shells mean more cracked eggs.
  Mark Williams, head of the British Egg Industry Council, said shoppers mostly opted for large eggs, thinking they offered better value for money. “But it is possible consumers could be switched off from buying large overnight,” he said.