tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137387462024-03-23T14:57:19.147-04:00New York ExpressNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-53576710365739502492013-04-07T03:24:00.000-04:002013-04-07T03:24:41.809-04:00The Alyph
I still can't believe we did it.
From the time this trip was suggested to me on Nov 5, 2012, to the date when our plane touched down in SFO, it took a mere 17 days. It is very unlike how we have usually taken things these days, slow, uncertain, sentimental, and over analysis.
It is especially amazing considering I need to get visa from the Argentine consulate in Los Angles, which is a NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-22760982509223350122012-10-07T02:33:00.003-04:002012-10-07T02:33:59.952-04:00Sunrise over Bay Bridge from my windowNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-91439671215092217832012-10-07T02:30:00.001-04:002012-10-07T02:30:42.396-04:00This CoastNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-91090136092829313832012-06-04T04:37:00.000-04:002012-06-04T15:03:06.716-04:00From Happiness to Crappiness
I probably have just watched the best episode ever of Madmen.
And at the end of it, the interesting-looking boy, who is actually the producer's son, said: why all things you think will make you happy turn into crap?
Expectation kills the fun. But why?
Joan is the lady that has to face them all, yet she is still fiery, strong, and smiling, wearing red, with the guts to NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-4357040615374473252012-03-27T21:10:00.011-04:002013-04-07T03:25:39.453-04:00张爱玲故居离你七米远
到上海开会,住在上海宏安瑞士酒店。上边第一章照片中的红色高楼。在公司中国总部的斜对面。 好久没来上海了,觉得又繁华了很多。想到九三年在这里满街找掼奶油,将近二十年了。九五年也是从虹桥第一次飞离了中国。后来也曾在这里来去。出差却是第一次。因为爱着纽约,也发现上海的魅力,那种现代都市的气氛很相似。
从杭州赶到上海,一直都下雨。在酒店等朋友时上谷歌地图,找张爱玲故居,只是好奇,并不打算造访。搜索结果让我大吃一惊:张爱玲故居距你七米。觉得有些不可思议。
冥冥之中是否有缘前定。这次旅行中,有两位男士对我提到张爱玲,两次都指出我(既然如是选择),就应该,并安于,追求做张爱玲式的独立文艺女性。欣欣然玩弄文字,飘然海外,不结尘世喧嚣。一个人语带讽刺,因为我显然并不出尘;一个是真心劝我不必追求女强人的生活,免得男人们仰望却步。后者显然喜欢我的文字, 胜过我创业的热情。
我并不敢自诩,才气相差太NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-23879224227010751382012-03-15T20:23:00.004-04:002012-03-15T20:30:02.614-04:00Heavenly HangzhouNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-19836692532042611652012-03-15T20:21:00.001-04:002012-03-15T20:22:46.986-04:00West Lake on a Rainy DayNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-77668038860477160842012-01-09T02:51:00.004-05:002012-01-09T03:04:36.682-05:00Sunset, Ocean, Industry, Train ride, HolidayNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-38904776597156149592011-10-09T02:42:00.047-04:002011-11-14T23:13:06.886-05:00我的蓝调 (My Blues)那一天晚上, 先听了好几遍平克弗罗依德的comfortably numb 舒适的麻木, 那是周五晚上。第二天周六天空浅灰,海雾弥漫,象纽约的初冬天色。 那一天不想出门。只想接着听音乐。于是这个九月末的周末,我沉浸在Blues 的世界里。也很长时间以来第一次想要写点什么。因为这个周末,我真正的被乡村蓝调深深的无名的感动--虽然以前也喜欢, 佛找到了失落已久的东西,却发现它一直在心里的什么地方。也许写下这些文字,我会接近或找到这种感动的真正源头。我不知道从平克弗罗依德到蓝调的必然联系,但我很快发现平克弗罗依德的名字正是两位北卡罗莱纳州山地蓝调乐手名字的组合,平克安德森(Pink Andersen)和弗罗依德康索尔(Floyd Council)。知道自己喜欢蓝调还是在孟菲斯的时候,那时经常去比尔(Beale)街的布鲁斯酒吧听歌,看密西西比河浩浩流过,那是孤寂而单纯的日子。也是刚刚离开校园,真正NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-38182370840819847592011-08-21T02:44:00.006-04:002011-08-21T02:52:27.112-04:00Mountains and LakesSierra Nevada Mountain Range
Mountain ranges west of Denver, part of the Rockies
lakes closer to the California Central Valley
What i believe to be the Seiver Lake, Utah
Mono Lake, I came to know NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-53241007600355032882011-06-20T02:06:00.008-04:002011-06-20T02:53:06.759-04:00Blue, In CaliforniaKept on hearing about the album Blue by Joni Mitchell, from the film The Kids Are All Right, which I really like, from an article about this British song writer, who stayed inside and listening for Blue for 6 months straight. And on to Youtube, I found this live performance of her of the song California in Oct 1970. I love it and want to share the lyrics with my photos of Blue found here in San NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-43874049268694848582011-06-01T02:05:00.001-04:002011-06-01T02:08:41.365-04:00I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab for CutieNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-15205984895712431912011-02-12T02:21:00.003-05:002011-02-12T02:40:32.543-05:00Poetry ReadWhile flying over the vast land of California, from South to the North, I saw the mountain tops change from red and bear to green and wooded, each with immense beauty and deep silence. I thought whether pilots assume certain air of nobleness because they are blessed with God's view. And I picked up that little selection of poems from years ago. And these words are there, waiting to be uttered. *NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-51240959493414036822011-01-18T01:40:00.011-05:002011-01-18T03:37:47.416-05:00City Beyond the CloudI now live in a city that is known for its sunshine and having the coldest winter on earth--that being its summer time. But I will now give it another name, it is the city of fog and mist. Like a maiden's veil that can be parted by tenderly hands, morning Sun usually blows the fog away and the Bay Bridge is visible again from my Balcony. This morning even the office buildings outside my windows NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-13005417923893256302010-12-21T17:45:00.009-05:002010-12-22T14:37:51.025-05:00Blue, HopefulI was crossing the Embarcadero, a cup of coffee in hand. Slowly, painfully, but surely, I have begun to settle in my little routine on the northeast tip of the land mass that is called the city of San Francisco.Opposite to the promise of California Sunshine, it has mostly been rainy and cloudy the past 3 weeks. Sometime it poured. It felt darker and rainier for me. I was very alone, espeically NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-42810718243492977552010-09-19T12:25:00.010-04:002010-09-19T12:50:44.145-04:00On Every CoastNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-3093032935846594832010-08-30T22:17:00.005-04:002010-08-30T22:30:15.989-04:00This SummerSunset from windowDaming lake, JinanMainelong beachNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-31372812553733443282010-06-05T22:42:00.009-04:002010-06-06T00:18:36.073-04:00Last SummerNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-43188419799880159872010-04-18T04:09:00.003-04:002010-04-18T04:41:50.403-04:00Rainy Days in San FranciscoNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-62372454141101532182010-01-24T20:53:00.008-05:002010-01-27T23:29:37.485-05:00知君本是素心人节日和原一起去大都会博物馆, 看到扬州八怪之一的罗聘书画展,很喜欢这两幅的构图和色彩。以IPHONE纪录下来,还发了一张给加州的朋友。看到郑板桥的那幅字,“知君本是素心人”,如此豪迈的笔力,起句却如此婉约,更加喜欢这一句。三百年后,素心人仍是难得的境界。这偶遇,让人惊喜。NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-77893606499536011752009-08-27T20:25:00.020-04:002009-10-14T15:48:52.306-04:00Indiana, Indiana I chose an isolated seat at the bar and put my little book on the counter. The book is The "Long Days Journey into Night" by Eugene O’neill. Somehow, the book, with the Scotch glass on the otherwise whitewashed cover, seems out of the place on this bar counter, for here it is in the mid of an hotel restaurant at West Lafayette, Indiana, not the suburbs of New England or Bistros of New York.SureNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-75898377607733002552009-07-08T22:35:00.009-04:002009-07-11T13:39:06.523-04:00Something like a Graham GreeneI was drinking and dancing that night at the club space of the hotel, with the crew of Canadian, American and Chinese. The hotel, surrounded by mountains in that Western China province, was booked out by the film project and we were partying almost every night. I was a little drunk.While I finally sat down to catch my breath in a corner sofa, I felt I was being looked at, I realized a man sittingNYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-69958962743395586902009-06-25T21:23:00.006-04:002009-06-26T14:00:44.623-04:00It Will Suck If It Is TrueWe were looking at a peculiar number at some search marketing reports in my office, suddenly he said: "Oh, did Jackson just die? My wife just texted me"."Michael Jackson?" I gasped. We went to CNN.com, it said Jackson just got hospitalized."Twitter might be more up to date". I said as I went on to Twitter and typed in "Michael Jackson" in the Search box.A Tweet said that TMZ and a British news NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-76950656190014148852009-06-23T23:26:00.001-04:002009-06-23T23:27:51.484-04:00The Year of French SpiceThe title of this post, is inspired by Haruki Murakami's short story named, "The Year of Spaghetti" (The New Yorker, November 21, 2005). The year he referred to is 1971. The year 1971 is the year of Spaghetti of Murakami, I like that. In it, he cooks the pasta alone, eats alone, gets a phone call from an ex-girl of his friend who asked about his friend's whereabout. It is a story when nothing NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13738746.post-29367490994340787002009-06-22T01:24:00.006-04:002009-06-22T14:49:11.644-04:00City, Invisible"To hear that voice, one must enter the tiny chambers and corners of the city, live the city's unpeopled interior and well-girded solitude. And what is even more admirable, explore one's own intimacy, one's own secret, taking a definitively lyrical perspective on things." This is Lorca talking about his beloved Granada, but it also applies to all the cities that we have visited and felt NYEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970521339041154907noreply@blogger.com4