Sunday, February 18, 2018
I admit, the only number I am interested in the entire Winter Olympic is figure skating, especially the men's program. Such display of agility and muscular beauty, who wouldn't be? After all, it's Valentine so why can't I shoot hearts to the screen?! As fate would have it, recently I have had several opportunities examining matters of the heart, everyone else's except my own.
Vide cor meum?
Vide cor tuum?
In the loveless modern era, having a heart is agonizing luxury. I heart embosser, ruler, paper weight, protractor… any tool for a writing desk or the drafting table. Is it any wonder I am a designer?
女性主義先驅魅惑狂野的Lilith, 和從亞當肋骨變出來的溫馴後妻夏娃截然不同, 但兩者某程度都背叛曾經是她們的男人, 這…
Monday, January 29, 2018
Caught merlot handed(that pairs with my sin in palatable harmony) spending over two million… VND on chocolates?! We will get to that later, I promise.
2018首度商旅無可推卸, 新年次日便整裝飛行, 上海, 深圳, 香港, 河內, 臺北… 待月中歸返, 灣區冬雨連綿, 高速公路大塞車, 忍不住播放Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 3 in D Minor, 磅礡交錯滂沱, 陣天價響的寬慰, 即使由文青活至耄耋, 某種情懷常在. 我, 終究是讀書人, 當無邊落木蕭蕭而盡, 淡定處世, 從容待己.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
2017 has been a tumultuous year. When I thought I got a situation under control, another crisis quietly revolted. That constitutes the quintessence of life; it's ever changing and always a series of impromptu. A sign of aging is that one started going back to verses she read in her childhood and finally seemed to understand.
'To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour' --- Auguries of Innocence, William Blake
Glimpses of where I dwelled in 2017.
算不上有任何宗教信仰, 過去ㄧ年幾個場景卻頗富牆裏鞦韆牆外道的意味, 這門檻過亦或不過呢?
Happy New Year!!!
Saturday, November 25, 2017
想到哪寫到哪, 這大半年病的心慌卻馬不停蹄, 行萬里路良藥苦口, 次次遠航受益良多. 喜歡脫隊單行, 孤獨, 是我深度旅遊唯一方式.2017 is the year of my favorite guys. Ishiguro is awarded the Noble Prize in Literature and during my stopover in Tokyo, I discovered my architectural hero, Tadao Ando was having a retrospective, Endeavors, at the National Art Center an hour before the museum closed for the day(and I was leaving for HCMC next morning).
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Drum rolls… the Nobel Prize in Literature is awarded to Kazuo Ishiguro for ‘who, in novels of great emotional force, has uncovered the abyss beneath our illusory connection with the world.’ Beautiful. At last, a couple decades after Szymborska, another laureate who transcends the conscious uncoupling of my reading repertoire and comprehension capacity.
這段時日考驗韌性, 生命種種挫折孤離, 人與人之間的關係瞬息萬變…