Tuesday, August 30, 2011

After Irene


Being stuck at home for 3 days straight b/c of Hurricane Irene gave me major cabin fever. Of course I've probably spent an entire weekend at home easily before (probably because I was prancing around in Azeroth killing mobs), but knowing that I couldn't go out totally messed with my head. I read, I ate, I slept, but I couldn't concentrate on any activity for more than 30 minutes. By the way, Battle-Hymn of a Tiger Mother is a very very entertaining read.

So naturally I sought my dad out for a bike ride the first chance I could. :) The weather was absolutely brilliant after the storm, a perfect outing day... or so we thought...

Sunday evening. Remnants of Irene barreling through the neighborhood sky.
Colors au naturel, no Photoshop. Pretty.

The favorite activity that my dad and I like to do together is biking. No matter which geographical region we end up in, we'll always find a way to find a pair of (often rickety) bikes and explore... a.k.a. get really lost. :) So this time we biked around Queens, through Cunningham Park to Alley Pond Park. But this time Ms. Irene left us a few things to remember her by...

An attempt to take a picture on a moving bike without eating pavement.

TREES! LOTS OF THEM!!! ALL OVER THE PLACE!!! O_O

Okay. It was fun jumping over the first 3 trees, like wow cool, the hurricane actually DID something here in New York amid all the hype and crazy flashlight-buying groupthink. Then after the 4th, 5th, 6th time lifting my steel-framed bicycle repeatedly, the magic factor started to wear off. And then after the 7th, 8th, 9th time I started reflexively cringing when we encountered yet another big branchy blockade. And after the 10th, 11th, 12th time I started just walking my bike because getting off and on every 50 meters was just not worth the effort. I really don't know how many trees I had to lug my bike over. No more trees, please.

This was one of the more annoying ones, where we had to slip our bikes in sideways through a narrow opening. Got an unexpected upper-body workout yesterday, that's for sure.

The 5th Tree or so.
Dad moved around the branch on the floor so we could pass. Are you still having fun?

THIS tree was a monster! We estimated that it must have been at least 70+ years old, a pure giant. This is why people shouldn't venture outside during storms! Mother Nature wins against Mother Nature.

I had a wonderful day even though our 2 hour adventure turned into a 4 hour obstacle course, but it's not everyday that you can climb trees with your 62 year old dad. :)

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Snapshot


Umalayas, Bali Island, Indonesia.
August 14th, 2011.

Great Wall Half-Marathon (Video!)

A big thank you to fellow HNC-er Jonathan Crowder for compiling this video!!!
Great times, great memories. :)

Saturday, August 27, 2011

NYC - 2 Weeks

Notes:
  1. Fabulous view from Press Lounge, Lu's engagement party. Couldn't be more happy for her and her lucky man. :) Hope they find their way to Shanghai!
  2. On the Q27 bus from Flushing Main Street, on the way to my grandparents' apartment. Rides are $2.25. If you buy a $10 Metrocard you get an extra $1.70. I don't get it! Useful round numbers please?
  3. Barclays building on 49th and 7th, the former Lehman headquarters. Coffee and banana bread at Pret with Kelly, a dear ex-colleague. Definitely do not miss the business formal bullshit. Miss the paycheck though.
  4. Times Square to check out the "biggest" Forever 21 store. Generally unimpressed, but managed to pick out 2 items out of the 19048324 available. WIN. Still hate Times Square (and resist the urge to check a few tourists), but my cold heart thaws a bit as I take in the scene. I gape and snap shots like a tourist. Dang it! LOSE.
  5. Cafe Gitane, Soho. Cute little place near Vicki's apartment, occupied by hipsters and interesting people. The guy sitting at the bar next to comments how beets are gross when I order them. Yo mama's gross, and taught you zero manners, mister! I do love beets. :p

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Unpeeling the Past

The grands trying to figure out a Roti Canai. My grandmother unfolded the whole thing and put it on the table. I realized that I had to show them how to eat it.
"I thought it was a placemat!"

Last Saturday as I lazed around my grandparents' house my grandfather opened up to me about his past. He's a stoic guy, that one. He's almost completely deaf, but we all know that he uses it as a convenient excuse to tune everyone out. Occasionally he'll interject with a full-throated "FOOLISH!" (in English) or "Ohhhh...yohhhh....." but most of the time my grandfather sits there in his own silent world, either sitting at the table with his calligraphy or by the computer surfing the web (yes, he actually does that).

My surprise visit brightened his mood considerably, and he unexpectedly slowly started sharing glimpses into his younger years in China. He never does that, and apparently no one knows much about this period in his life because he simply does not want to talk about it. I am writing this down now so I will never forget this special moment.

It all started when I commented on how his English was ridiculously amazing. My grandfather throws around words like "parsimonious" and "comparatively"... vocabulary that you just wouldn't expect to come out of a 98 year-old Chinese man's mouth. This topic then bloomed into how he feels his English is much better now than how it was back in China. He first started talking about how a new movie theater opened up in Chongqing during the Japanese resistance (WWII) and was so popular that even Americans had trouble getting tickets. He said that it was "People Mountain People Sea" (人山人海)...

"你知道 People Mountain People Sea 是什麽意思嗎?"
Do you know what People Mountain People Sea means?
"當然知道,不就是擠得要死嗎?"
Of course, doesn't it mean that it was very very crowded?

He chuckled heartily. You see, one of his favorite things to translate Chinese into English word by word. For some reason he finds this wordplay extremely amusing. His favorite is calling my grandmother "Small Air" (小氣, stingy). I find it amusing that he finds it amusing.

Then from the Americans that couldn't get their hands on the movie tickets, he trailed off into another story on how he had two US soldiers assigned to follow him to Xi'an. One was a Major, the other was a Lieutenant-Major, though he couldn't be sure about their exact ranks. During wartime, there was no heating anywhere in China. The Chinese suffered under the bitter cold, and so did their American companions.

"那時戰陣根本沒有暖氣,我帶他們到的最好的旅館也沒有暖氣。一個以前是個醫生,surgeon,另外個我記得是個記者。結果過了一晚他們後天跟我說他們差一點死掉了!"
There was no heating during the war, even in the best hotel that I brought the Americans to. Prior to the war they had different occupations -- one was a surgeon, the other as I recall was a journalist. After dropping them off at the hotel, they told me the next day that they almost died!
“他們差一點死了?怎麼回事?"
They almost died? What happened?
“不說那時代的中國沒有暖氣嗎?所以他們用煤炭,結果晚上一個突然醒過來,發現窗子是關的,另外個美軍已經昏迷了,趕快把串子打開讓空氣跑進來。哎呀,如果他們真的死了那就糟糕。"
As I said there was no heating then, so they burned coal for warmth. Then, one of the guys woke up in the middle of the night and discovered that the windows were shut tight. The other guy had already fallen unconscious, so he quickly opened up the windows to let the CO2 out. If those guys actually died under my watch then I'd be in big trouble.

I thought to myself, okay grandpa... that's a mildly interesting story.

But then he fell silent for a minute. I didn't press him. I just lay there on the couch with my hands propping my head, hoping that this warm-up would lead to something really substantial.

He started again.

“我被派到前線。那時候Free China和日本站的中國有不同的貨幣。我們決定跟他們導彈,所以引了一大堆假幣。一開始很有效,他們幾個月都沒有發現,但他們一旦發現的時候就殺了和多人。他們爲了我們的假幣殺了人,殺了很多人。哎呀............”
I was placed on the front line. During that time Free China and the areas occupied by the Japanese operated under different currencies. We decided to mess with them and printed a load of counterfeit money. It was very effective at first and they didn't discover it until a few months later. However when they found out they were ruthless. They killed a lot of people. They killed a lot of people because of our counterfeit money. So many people died. Ohhh.... yohhh.....

I had no response, what could I say?

I knew that my grandfather was a general in KMT intelligence, now I could finally sketch out who he was as a young man. But these stories carried such burden, each decision spelled out life or death for himself and for many unknown persons... consequences unknown. I simply cannot compare my leisurely carefree life to his. And wartime tragedies still happen in our generation everyday.

No wonder he prefers to stay deaf and silent in this world. I asked my dad whether grandpa had ever told him this story. He said that it was the first time he heard it himself. But I am so grateful that he shared this piece with me. It helps remind me that life can take you in all different directions if you can just survive. I'm sure that he never thought that he'd be retelling this tale 70 years later sitting in his apartment in Flushing, New York, sitting on a bright orange leather couch in front of a huge flatscreen television.

So long as it's not the end of the world, then it's not. My grandfather is an amazing individual and I'm proud of his resilience and indefatigable curiosity. I hope that we're cut from the same cloth.

Connecting the Dots

Wanted to file away this speech... a great compact guide on what's important in life and how to achieve your goals in your individually organic manner. I've found that I respect older people more and more (as I become older myself, hahaha), especially when I go through my own turbulent times. I look towards them and their choices as inspiration and guidance. They've shown me that life is not supposed to be a smooth plane ride, and if it is then either you're a genius or just abnormally boring. True life mastery is tested in how you handle these ups and downs, and some of the most self-assured people are the ones who totally freak out whenever they hit a bump. As they say, change is the only constant in life. Enjoy the ride. :)

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

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'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

This is a prepared text of the Commencement address delivered by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Smooches!

I had lunch with my 妹妹 Steph yesterday at Obika (56th and Madison) where I was finally able fulfill my longtime craving for buffalo mozzarella and Italian cured meats. YUM. That place rocks and is easy on your wallet (by New York standards). I've known Steph since she was an wide-eyed innocent little girl in Taiwan, but I'm finding her totally schooling me in certain aspects of life. Wisdom can be dispensed from all ages, I'll be taking lessons from her soon enough!

She crafted me a frog and painted it over with watercolors!
This won't be the first frog I'll kiss that doesn't turn into a prince. :p

Me: Uh, what did you use to paint this? It looks kind of cakey.
Steph: I used watercolor!
Me: What, are you serious? You know watercolor is used on paper, right? You didn't use acrylic?
Steph: Oh... I didn't have any.
Me: Umm, so did you end up using the entire cake on the frog then?! Didn't it take you a long time for the color to stick?!!
Steph: Ah, yea...

HAHA too adorable. LOVE YOU.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Fun in the Sun - NY Style

It seems like I'm always in town for Hiro's birthday! Though I have to say the Magic Schoolbus last year remains the #1 party of all time, we were definitely all due for some NYC fun in the sun.

The crew spent a ridiculously perfect day at Long Beach... couldn't have asked for a more wonderful weather with a more wonderful group of friends (supplemented by a cooler full of Russian magic water). We bought 140+ pieces of Chicken McNuggets, washed it down with screwdrivers, and were good to go for the entire day. Gross I know, but damn did it taste good.

Tickets to Long Beach are $21 USD round-trip from Penn Station and include the entrance fee. I seriously think that Long Beach is the best strip for the NY Metro area... silky soft sand, fun boardwalk, warm and shallow waters, rockin waves, and easy public transportation access from the city.

Of course no beach experience is complete without an "anatomically correct" merman! Hiro happily volunteers getting patted down, basking in the sun and gender undiscriminating attention.

HAHAHA I love how Hiro's just chilling by himself and his "ball" in the upper-left corner.

Alice proudly proclaims that she can definitely carry me in her wimpy T-Rex arms. She is barely 5 feet tall, and I dominate her by at least half a foot and 30 lbs. Inebriation muddle reality and fantasy. Chaos naturally ensues.

1. "Here, take my drink!" "......"
2. "All right! I got this!" "Okay I'll humor you, my little imp."
3. "WHEE!" "OMG my pants are totally falling down!!!!"
4. *Smush.* I eat sand.
5. "Wah, so I can't carry you?" "No, my dear. Now let's drink some more."

I have no idea how and why we simultaneously made these pufferfish faces.
Is it because "the sky is so beautiful" (her words, ok fine mine)? No, it must be the Asian.

Ed does a total switcheroo on Kathy. Sike!

His middle name is Glenn. Just thought everyone should know. :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HIRO
May you have many many more parties to come. Cheers!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

XOXO

You know someone is truly looking forward to seeing you...

... when they count down the days until you arrive!

Seeing this stopped me in my tracks, I was just so touched. I stared at this for a few seconds, absorbing the meaning of each X and the final O. My mom has been seriously 世界最好的媽媽, and has put her nagging powers on hiatus so far... although this morning she did remind me that I didn't turn off the lights in the kitchen. I don't understand why she insists on never turning the lights on, do all Asian parents like living in Batcaves?

Hahaha, anyway it feels so nice to be back home in New York. This calendar reminds me what "normal" should feel like, which is why I'm immortalizing it here on my blog. It's wildly hilarious how this is one of those free calendars that Chinese supermarkets give out every Chinese New Year. EVERY SINGLE Chinese family in America has one of these eyesores hanging in their house. It's so ugly and ghetto, and I love it.

Here's to mothers, figures in our lives who will always tell you to be better when you feel self-important but will give you heaping portions of chicken soup for your soul in moments (when you feel like a pile of poo) that truly count! :)

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

7 Days of Changes

Shanghai - HK - Bali - HK - New York.

Rough beginnings, from a typhoon that hit Shanghai that threatened my departure...
to facing the impossible facts, introspection and support while Eating Praying Loving...
and finally reaching self-absolution, immediately rewarded by a surprise free upgrade to Business Class at the gate on my 15 hour flight back home (I seriously cannot go Economy again, Business is bliss!).

God does exist! :) Thank you for showing me the signs and for surrounding me with true friends. You guys know who you are... thank you from the bottom of my heart.

And that's the end of this chapter.
劇終。

Sunday, August 14, 2011

This Exact Moment

I'm not one prone to being melodramatic, but this week has been definitively the worst in my entire life. I know that I will most likely experience even worse moments in my life as I get older though, particularly if a loved one departs from this world... but right now it is just as devastating to lose someone who is still walking around breathing the same air as you breathe.

It was very strange how it flickered out at the very end. How the last moments were spent avoiding eye contact, initiating conversation on banal subjects like a new tan. I wish I could cradle these last moments carefully in my hands as precious as they should have been, like a soon to be extinct animal... but actually I realize now as I'm typing that our WHOLE relationship should have been precious, but yet it was not. What was most confusing is how I had to call out and beckon a goodbye. I'm not sure whether this was because we wanted to rip it off like a bandaid, or whether we really had nothing more we wanted to say to one another. If things were normal like they used to be, our conversations would be endless... we could talk to now till infinity without fatigue, energized by natural chemistry. Our beginning was a tidal wave that overcame our senses, we drowned in this huge passion and over time I settled comfortably into your arms like it was utopia. How that reached the end of its life cycle under such unceremonial dressings feels so starkly cheap in contrast. I guess when it was so heavy to start with, even if you try your best to let it down gently it'll come crashing down if you slip. Well one thing is for sure -- I held up my weight but watched it shatter in slow-motion anyway.

Anyway, I'm writing this down as a time capsule just for myself. I know that it's rather inappropriate to express such intimate feelings here, but I feel like if I hold it in right now I'll seriously crack inside. Hopefully when I reread my blog 1 month, 6 months, 1 year from now I can count how far I've come along since. People tell me that is all part of growing up, but I really don't think that you need to get hurt to grow up. It's just the cards that you're dealt with, but you only have two options -- to deal with it or to fold. I absolutely refuse to fold, I'm a doer, a fixer, a supporter, a lover... that's just who I am. I played my very last hand and realized that it was hopeless at the end. It hurts to admit that that there is no hope, because suddenly you find yourself staring into darkness, and your eyes have to adjust.

Tomorrow I go home. Honestly I feel pretty fucking defeated, but I guess my only consolation is that I found out it was indeed a lost cause. It's time to revisit people that share their life with me sans boundaries. That is how I want to live, wish you could have been part of it. Saddest part is that you could have if you really wanted to be.

Goodbye, love.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Oneofthosedays

Whenyouhavetheworldinfrontofyoubutyoustillfeelsodamnalone.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

涂鸦 Tuya = Graffiti

There's this road called Moganshan (莫干山路) with a wall right near my apartment complex (see above) that boasts an extremely impressive array of graffiti talent. I've passed by this wall numerous times, each time wishing that I had my camera on hand (or that the weather was more suitable for photographing). Since I'm leaving Shanghai today I decided it was now or never, and lo behold... perfect picture taking day. :)

Some background -- Moganshan is right next to M50 Art District, so it seems very organic that the art would leak out into a public area. I've seen lots of graffiti in New York, and really most in my opinion doesn't constitute art (tagging??!). But this stuff is really damn good. See for yourself.

The section of the wall leading to M50 Art District.

Now there is all this hubbub that the Shanghai government is finally putting the hammer down and taking down the wall at the end of this year. From the interviews on Cityweekend and TimeOut Shanghai, the artists are sad but aren't angry or terribly surprised. After all, graffiti is never meant to be a permanent form of expression. It's always being painted over, sprayed over, covered over. No big deal in my opinion, just hope they find another place to graffiti that I can come take a look when I'm back in Shanghai!

Next to M50 there are these slums, and god they really really stink (as in smell). This probably the reason why they're demolishing the area. Plus this place is really prime property... right next to the Suzhou Creek, which is being beautified right now.

Oh yea and I almost forgot to mention that I got interviewed by a news crew about how I felt about Moganshan wall being demolished (sentiment expressed above). Pretty cool. Nice to know I can speak about esoteric subjects in Chinese and not sound like a complete fool! Or maybe I should search online for the clip and determine that later, haha. :)


Don't be sad Graffiti Panda, it is the Circle of Life.