Yesterday was a blissful Saturday, breezy, sunny, typical CA good weather. I got Makibi's text message around noon. He happened to be at Stanford campus. We went out for a coffee at Peet's. :") Was my first try of soy latte, and it somehow has a thicker taste than the milk version. By the way, Makibi looks just opposite with his new near-sighted glasses and sunglasses on. :p It was pretty funny. He was totally a (nerdy) study-kind person with his near-sighted glasses on.
We chatted, and had a real in-depth talk about long-distance relationship. I will remember all the advice given by Makibi (exactly what TJ has told me). Knowing it is hard to begin with, things I should learn during the long-d relationship are more than I can imagine. Easier said than done.
I was so happy to meet him, knowing that he is doing good here at CA; He enjoys his work (has been working pretty hard), takes jazz piano lessons (practicing pretty hard), cooks, learning Chinese, and seeing Lisa, his girlfriend, every weekend. :) It's different from B'more life. He gets to learn, and gets to do things alone. However, people make most progress during these transition period. This is when we learn more about ourselves and become a better person. :)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Arriving at Stanford
今天開始騎了腳踏車行走校園，我不停地不停地迷路。花兩倍長的時間到達目的地。
微風吹過的感覺真好。
我過了一個有好多朋友陪伴的週末。可是啊，就算是這樣幸福的情況，我還是很想家。我跟Eleen說，"Thanks for spending your precious SF time shopping and moving with me. I feel bad." Eleen, "why feel bad. sa gwa". 吳培琳(&Eugene)也跑來陪我，帶我買了中國食品們，去逛Mountain View一個Art Festival喝咖啡 :)
Jaclyn & Tsui跟去年一模一樣，還是不停吵嘴讓我大笑。Gao的屁股都不見了，每天騎車上坡到位居半山腰的Great SF的家(Oxford 955)。
日子傻傻地過，一下子就會明年春天了。現在這樣想家想家的日子總會過去。
微風吹過的感覺真好。
我過了一個有好多朋友陪伴的週末。可是啊，就算是這樣幸福的情況，我還是很想家。我跟Eleen說，"Thanks for spending your precious SF time shopping and moving with me. I feel bad." Eleen, "why feel bad. sa gwa". 吳培琳(&Eugene)也跑來陪我，帶我買了中國食品們，去逛Mountain View一個Art Festival喝咖啡 :)
Jaclyn & Tsui跟去年一模一樣，還是不停吵嘴讓我大笑。Gao的屁股都不見了，每天騎車上坡到位居半山腰的Great SF的家(Oxford 955)。
日子傻傻地過，一下子就會明年春天了。現在這樣想家想家的日子總會過去。
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
There was a Child went Forth
(From Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman )
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day,
or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red clover,
and the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs, and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the mare’s foal,and the cow’s calf,
And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire of the pond-side,
And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there—and the beautiful curious liquid,
And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads—all became part of him.
The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him;
Winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and the esculent roots of the garden,
And the apple-trees cover’d with blossoms, and the fruit afterward,
and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road;
And the old drunkard staggering home from the out-house of the tavern, whence he had lately risen,
And the school-mistress that pass’d on her way to the school,
And the friendly boys that pass’d—and the quarrelsome boys,
And the tidy and fresh-cheek’d girls—and the barefoot negro boy and girl,
And all the changes of city and country, wherever he went.
His own parents,
He that had father’d him, and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb, and birth’d him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that;
They gave him afterward every day—they became part of him.
The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table;
The mother with mild words—clean her cap and gown,
a wholesome odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by;
The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger’d, unjust;
The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,
The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture—the yearning and swelling heart,
Affection that will not be gainsay’d—the sense of what is real—the thought if,
after all, it should prove unreal,
The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time—the curious whether and how,
Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
Men and women crowding fast in the streets—if they are not flashes and specks, what are they?
The streets themselves, and the façades of houses, and goods in the windows,
Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank’d wharves—the huge crossing at the ferries,
The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset—the river between,
Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown, three miles off,
The schooner near by, sleepily dropping down the tide—the little boat slack-tow’d astern,
The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color’d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint, away solitary by itself—the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud;
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes,
and will always go forth every day.
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day,
or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red clover,
and the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs, and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the mare’s foal,and the cow’s calf,
And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire of the pond-side,
And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there—and the beautiful curious liquid,
And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads—all became part of him.
The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him;
Winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and the esculent roots of the garden,
And the apple-trees cover’d with blossoms, and the fruit afterward,
and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road;
And the old drunkard staggering home from the out-house of the tavern, whence he had lately risen,
And the school-mistress that pass’d on her way to the school,
And the friendly boys that pass’d—and the quarrelsome boys,
And the tidy and fresh-cheek’d girls—and the barefoot negro boy and girl,
And all the changes of city and country, wherever he went.
His own parents,
He that had father’d him, and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb, and birth’d him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that;
They gave him afterward every day—they became part of him.
The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table;
The mother with mild words—clean her cap and gown,
a wholesome odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by;
The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger’d, unjust;
The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,
The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture—the yearning and swelling heart,
Affection that will not be gainsay’d—the sense of what is real—the thought if,
after all, it should prove unreal,
The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time—the curious whether and how,
Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
Men and women crowding fast in the streets—if they are not flashes and specks, what are they?
The streets themselves, and the façades of houses, and goods in the windows,
Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank’d wharves—the huge crossing at the ferries,
The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset—the river between,
Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown, three miles off,
The schooner near by, sleepily dropping down the tide—the little boat slack-tow’d astern,
The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color’d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint, away solitary by itself—the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud;
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes,
and will always go forth every day.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
河濱公園與其他
今天跟表弟楊楊去基隆河濱公園騎車。伴我長大的河濱公園，卻是久違了，久違地用卡踏車巡禮，並且是在晚上。風好涼，天空好乾淨，掛著幾抹低低的雲，河水在發亮，城市在河畔邊。夜晚的河啊天空啊草地啊燈光都那麼溫柔，迎面來的風，帶著河水的濕潤。
關於飛機的記憶。住在民生社區尾巴的我，躺在床上，偶然看見飛機的倒影，飛過房間牆壁的畫框。我也記得，撫遠街底的小房間，夏天窗子底榕樹蔭織得那麼陰涼，遮蔽地像個秘密。那裡總是可以聽見隆隆的飛機起降聲音，聽成習慣。幾次夜間搭美國國內線飛機，夜空藍的那麼純粹，我在其中航行。當飛機斜斜飛進夜空，眺望城市，燈光，方格，小車排一條條彎彎的線。降落的時候掩不住興奮，因為底下的燈光照亮了轉動的大螺旋槳，坐第三排，看的特別清晰。(下了飛機要忍不住跟來接我的振新仔細描述。) 還有還有，從LA飛Baltimore，一個早晨，告別簡停雲，告別還帶著綠意的加州，幾座山脈，飛機底下的幾朵薄薄的雲。飛進美國西部，黃沙佈滿的平原，那麼遼闊又貧脊。乾乾的沙土上刻出幾條縱橫(或曲線)，偶爾地，才有幾輛車子駛在那些土線上，很孤單也很自由。
現在飛機的記憶又多了一樣。
關於飛機的記憶。住在民生社區尾巴的我，躺在床上，偶然看見飛機的倒影，飛過房間牆壁的畫框。我也記得，撫遠街底的小房間，夏天窗子底榕樹蔭織得那麼陰涼，遮蔽地像個秘密。那裡總是可以聽見隆隆的飛機起降聲音，聽成習慣。幾次夜間搭美國國內線飛機，夜空藍的那麼純粹，我在其中航行。當飛機斜斜飛進夜空，眺望城市，燈光，方格，小車排一條條彎彎的線。降落的時候掩不住興奮，因為底下的燈光照亮了轉動的大螺旋槳，坐第三排，看的特別清晰。(下了飛機要忍不住跟來接我的振新仔細描述。) 還有還有，從LA飛Baltimore，一個早晨，告別簡停雲，告別還帶著綠意的加州，幾座山脈，飛機底下的幾朵薄薄的雲。飛進美國西部，黃沙佈滿的平原，那麼遼闊又貧脊。乾乾的沙土上刻出幾條縱橫(或曲線)，偶爾地，才有幾輛車子駛在那些土線上，很孤單也很自由。
現在飛機的記憶又多了一樣。
Friday, July 24, 2009
bye bye Boston
波波行。
人物: 張博亭，阿毛，西瓜，屁屁，高宗，Jen，Irene，Nikhil，Nimra
天氣: 濕冷多雨
不停散開的睡袋，三明治上盤旋的蜜蜂，像機房重地的電機實驗室，Charles River寬闊的風景，很多風帆，很多草地，很多慢跑的人，Berklee，西瓜的訪談，SPICE，治療屁屁胃痛的frozen yogurt。
大雨，哈佛unofficial tour有超Q導遊，大雨，medium cooked的 burger有超厚beef patty(整體還是輸給我們的burger Bro)，Irene，Berklee Piano + Bass dual，Prudential，dinner @ a Chinese restaurant with Irene N Nikhil，adventure to a porn bookstore。
Beacon Hill，brunch @Paramount，Duck tour，Museum of Fine Art，dinner @ Irene N Nikhil's place (Naan, Chicken tikka masala & Bangin?)，Once。
rainy，lobster banquet by 張博亭(JamesHook)，Newbury，Charles Riverside Park，Boston Commons 青蛙水塘，public garden，dinner with Nimra @ Petit Robert (onion soup + Effel Tower)，Tower of Power @ Double tree，暴雨，gathering @ Samuel's place。
天氣很冷，外套一直是必備的，防曬油沒辦法塗。我很喜歡這條寬闊的大河，波光粼粼流經城市。很喜歡這樣馬路漫走，很喜歡擠在張博亭的小客廳裡閒聊，舊雨新知。想念Irene，聽鋼琴演奏會睡著的Irene，還有Nikhil。中國城的蒜香雞好好味，Irene的印度菜跟Naan讓小毛驚為天人，可是卻完全無法表達極為好笑。想念Nimra，外面是溼冷大雨可是我們在Petit Robert好享受地觀賞了甜點的完整製作，我還得到巧克力艾菲爾鐵塔。Nimra說，「你的中文很爛」，標準到嚇壞大家，謝謝屁屁跟Jen帶我們出來，也謝謝小毛，超安靜小毛，下一次就會滔滔不絕。
謝謝有這麼一個walking city，有這樣大片大片的綠地的存在。謝謝很哲學，喜歡想生命中重要的東西，認真追求夢想與慢活的小毛。總是不停地讓我也得挖掘一些想法與練習表達。謝謝張博亭，a super nice host，引薦給我ㄧ脫拉庫(?)新朋友，留好多時間給我們，讓我的旅程多好多溫暖的時光。
人物: 張博亭，阿毛，西瓜，屁屁，高宗，Jen，Irene，Nikhil，Nimra
天氣: 濕冷多雨
不停散開的睡袋，三明治上盤旋的蜜蜂，像機房重地的電機實驗室，Charles River寬闊的風景，很多風帆，很多草地，很多慢跑的人，Berklee，西瓜的訪談，SPICE，治療屁屁胃痛的frozen yogurt。
大雨，哈佛unofficial tour有超Q導遊，大雨，medium cooked的 burger有超厚beef patty(整體還是輸給我們的burger Bro)，Irene，Berklee Piano + Bass dual，Prudential，dinner @ a Chinese restaurant with Irene N Nikhil，adventure to a porn bookstore。
Beacon Hill，brunch @Paramount，Duck tour，Museum of Fine Art，dinner @ Irene N Nikhil's place (Naan, Chicken tikka masala & Bangin?)，Once。
rainy，lobster banquet by 張博亭(JamesHook)，Newbury，Charles Riverside Park，Boston Commons 青蛙水塘，public garden，dinner with Nimra @ Petit Robert (onion soup + Effel Tower)，Tower of Power @ Double tree，暴雨，gathering @ Samuel's place。
天氣很冷，外套一直是必備的，防曬油沒辦法塗。我很喜歡這條寬闊的大河，波光粼粼流經城市。很喜歡這樣馬路漫走，很喜歡擠在張博亭的小客廳裡閒聊，舊雨新知。想念Irene，聽鋼琴演奏會睡著的Irene，還有Nikhil。中國城的蒜香雞好好味，Irene的印度菜跟Naan讓小毛驚為天人，可是卻完全無法表達極為好笑。想念Nimra，外面是溼冷大雨可是我們在Petit Robert好享受地觀賞了甜點的完整製作，我還得到巧克力艾菲爾鐵塔。Nimra說，「你的中文很爛」，標準到嚇壞大家，謝謝屁屁跟Jen帶我們出來，也謝謝小毛，超安靜小毛，下一次就會滔滔不絕。
謝謝有這麼一個walking city，有這樣大片大片的綠地的存在。謝謝很哲學，喜歡想生命中重要的東西，認真追求夢想與慢活的小毛。總是不停地讓我也得挖掘一些想法與練習表達。謝謝張博亭，a super nice host，引薦給我ㄧ脫拉庫(?)新朋友，留好多時間給我們，讓我的旅程多好多溫暖的時光。
Sunday, July 12, 2009
我在威廉斯堡(Williamsburg, VA)
現在在小維(維吉尼亞州)，是久違的出遊。:)
小維的姑姑與姑丈的生活，是幸福的一種形式。理所當然，幸福的形式有很多種。三層房子有座小花園，養一隻活蹦亂跳的狗和幾個(?)活蹦亂跳的孩子(?)是一種；跟爸爸媽媽弟弟在一起對我來說就是幸福飽飽。姑姑與姑丈歷久彌新的甜美兩人世界也是一種。樸實大方的紅磚房子木頭地板，後院接著小森林，再過去有一條小小的溪，每一個點滴都是親手打造。
第一天，我們騎車到colonial Williamsburg逛了一圈，房子都是老式的，沿路上的屋瓦樹木都很別致，天然別致。第二天，逛了Williams-Mary College，跟哈佛一樣老的老學校。也是好美好美，我還是喜歡東岸學校的建築風格，學院風。晚上吃過飯，我們騎了大約20哩，先走Colonial Parkway然後沿著河到了海邊，又再繼續騎到牧場，跟幾隻牛羊打了照面。然後乳牛們在五分鐘後轉身走了，留下了屁股給我。
到海邊的路上，越過James River的橋上，沼澤托著濕地，柔柔的水與很好的天光，青綠的草。也有路過大片的草原，亮亮的。Oh I got to bike on the prairie! ^-^ I was super happy.
想停下來照張相，但我發現沒有辦法。有些美景在上坡路段，騎車騎的很使勁，停下來便爬不上去了。又有時候姑姑與姑丈騎的太快，遠遠把我拋在後頭。
今天傍晚，姑姑的好友，在WilliamsMary唸Biophysics的郝岩與男友來了，我們一起去划船。 :) 有兩種，一種是pedal boat，跟inner harbor跟碧潭的一樣，另一種就是canoing 那種。我夾在姑爸跟姑姑的中間，搖著槳。平常手臂運動太少，划一下就痠。起初的湖水還泛著陽光，我們划到對岸的樹林邊邊。接著突然烏雲就密了起來，雷聲隆隆，我們趕緊離開湖心，靠到岸邊。
上岸去，扛著許多備好的伙食，我們準備Grill。今天Grill的生鮮是banana pepper, squash, sweet potato (>"<)。拷到一半就下起大雨了，嘩啦啦地下到我們的炭火與食物上頭，然後我們為食物們撐上一把紫色的小花傘。
小維的姑姑與姑丈的生活，是幸福的一種形式。理所當然，幸福的形式有很多種。三層房子有座小花園，養一隻活蹦亂跳的狗和幾個(?)活蹦亂跳的孩子(?)是一種；跟爸爸媽媽弟弟在一起對我來說就是幸福飽飽。姑姑與姑丈歷久彌新的甜美兩人世界也是一種。樸實大方的紅磚房子木頭地板，後院接著小森林，再過去有一條小小的溪，每一個點滴都是親手打造。
第一天，我們騎車到colonial Williamsburg逛了一圈，房子都是老式的，沿路上的屋瓦樹木都很別致，天然別致。第二天，逛了Williams-Mary College，跟哈佛一樣老的老學校。也是好美好美，我還是喜歡東岸學校的建築風格，學院風。晚上吃過飯，我們騎了大約20哩，先走Colonial Parkway然後沿著河到了海邊，又再繼續騎到牧場，跟幾隻牛羊打了照面。然後乳牛們在五分鐘後轉身走了，留下了屁股給我。
到海邊的路上，越過James River的橋上，沼澤托著濕地，柔柔的水與很好的天光，青綠的草。也有路過大片的草原，亮亮的。Oh I got to bike on the prairie! ^-^ I was super happy.
想停下來照張相，但我發現沒有辦法。有些美景在上坡路段，騎車騎的很使勁，停下來便爬不上去了。又有時候姑姑與姑丈騎的太快，遠遠把我拋在後頭。
今天傍晚，姑姑的好友，在WilliamsMary唸Biophysics的郝岩與男友來了，我們一起去划船。 :) 有兩種，一種是pedal boat，跟inner harbor跟碧潭的一樣，另一種就是canoing 那種。我夾在姑爸跟姑姑的中間，搖著槳。平常手臂運動太少，划一下就痠。起初的湖水還泛著陽光，我們划到對岸的樹林邊邊。接著突然烏雲就密了起來，雷聲隆隆，我們趕緊離開湖心，靠到岸邊。
上岸去，扛著許多備好的伙食，我們準備Grill。今天Grill的生鮮是banana pepper, squash, sweet potato (>"<)。拷到一半就下起大雨了，嘩啦啦地下到我們的炭火與食物上頭，然後我們為食物們撐上一把紫色的小花傘。
Sunday, July 5, 2009
a trip to BMA
Anterior with Dog/ Matisse
Woman with Mango/ Gauguin
The Baltimore Museum of Art has the largest collection of Matisse in North America. :) I admired the lively patterns, the glowing color, and the vivacious atmosphere emanated from his paintings. I also admired the Cone sisters who had their instincts and continued to be the most devoted patrons of Matisse ...
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