一月

趁着NY Restaurant Week，试了Terrace in the Sky，法国餐馆是浪漫的，只是有些拥挤，加上女孩子凑在一起的热闹，美味是有的，情调只能抛之脑后。

从Broadway到Amsterdam Ave，穿过哥伦比亚大学的夜校园，身边都是穿着休闲背双肩包的学生，我显得很不搭调。其实挺怀念学生生活，但走过的路，不想再走一遍。

上海下好的的雪，纽约也很冷。

The Thorn Birds

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the price of great pain... or so says the legend...

MoMA - Sense and Sensibility

总是需要新的生活灵感。

忍不住在这里帖了一幅印象深刻的作品 - Henri Matisse's The Piano Lesson

The little boy playing the piano is Matisse's son Pierre. The woman who might be his teacher, apparently watching him from behind, is actually a figure in a painting, Matisse's Woman on a High Stool. Similarly the sensually posed nude at bottom left would be an unlikely class auditor were not this another artwork in Matisse's living room, his own bronze Decorative Figure.

Piano Lesson treats two unlike spaces—a view through a window into air and the flat and tangible canvas of Woman on a High Stool—as if they were quite equivalent. Matisse is addressing issues both formal and philosophical. In describing the playing of music he also takes art-making as his subject, and the filigree bar of curves supplied by the music stand and balcony ironwork—a lovely touch amid the painting's interlocking triangles and rectangles—might almost be a visual version of music's curling notes.

Those flat planes of muted color create a system of geometric compartments that link the painting to Cubism, whose radical inventions Matisse had observed over the preceding few years without ever committing himself to the style. Works like this one show him examining Cubist ideas about pictorial structure while also producing an image utterly personal to him.

想象下面两幅一左一右，合成一面整体，我做在大厅正中的沙发上看了很久。

忙碌之中

受益匪浅。

The Devil Wears Prada

生活中最重要的部分是我退而求其次的选择么?

看到姐姐结婚的照片，看到爸爸妈妈，3年半的时间，我们的身上都多了陌生的痕迹。

想到他，到最后总会离开我最爱的，也或许一直只是别人离我而去。

One Weekend in Beantown

非常喜欢Boston，是一个我会想住上一年半载的城市。

在书香浓郁的校园漫步，看到路边小店铺里冒着热气的咖啡和看书的学生，点一份Lobster Bisque，沿着Memorial Dr.一直走，是一种享受。

还是搞不清楚自己到底是被生活推着向前走，还是我一直不肯停下来，也许都有。

过去的问题现在还是问题，新的烦恼惟恐来得不够及时，生活本身没有变简单，简单是一种心情。

收藏

想要收藏一些东西，所以拼凑文字。有些东西是骨子里的，也许是一个人的命运，就像我看自己的文字，即使是快乐的，感受到的也是寂寞。

...『聪明的女子值得同情。』...『容易伤害别人和自己的，是对距离的边缘模糊不清的人。』...

有时不想见任何人说任何话...『沉默的状态能让我感觉到呼吸的自由和自己原来就处于的本色位置。』...感觉『自己的世界是寂静无声的，容纳不下别人。』...其实『当一个女子在看天空的时候，她并不想寻找什么。她只是寂寞。』...那么『我会惧怕孤独吗？我只是偶尔会感觉寂寞。』...

『在长时间的彼此伤害和逃避以后，所有的意图和结局已经模糊不清。』...『那些离别和失望的伤痛，已经发不出声音来了。』...『任何人都一直在伤害着或被伤害着，谁又可以抱怨谁？』...『感情有时候只是一个人的事情。和任何人无关。爱，或者不爱，只能自行了断。』...太单纯的东西容易破碎，但我『相信世界的某处有一个人，一直等在那里。只是不知道会何时何地出现。总是快乐而孤独的等着他。也许这样就可以过了一生。』

『会过去的，都会过去的。我们的痛苦，我们的悲伤，我们的负罪。』...『再次听到他的声音。转过身去。发现后面空无一人。』