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1053 days ago
2007/1/9 Boston Girls with Attitude 到达波士顿之前我发誓这辈子绝不再坐AA的飞机：凡在美国境内的航班晚点的几率超过7成，弄到我对INDY和O'Hare两个机场熟门熟路到我家后院的程度，连机场卖Bagle的大爷看我的眼神都像再说：姑娘，你怎么还在这溜达呢？ 好事多磨在我假期的旅途中一次又一次的被验证，最期待的故事永远发生在最不期待之后，旅途中所有的浪漫风景及意料之外的人情冷暖，世间万象种种，无一例外的出现在我的期盼被磨平的下一秒，愿望达成之前，所有的辛苦都在一瞬间得到了报偿。所以就这样，我在经过了在西雅图延误至凌晨3点，在印第机场的长椅上高烧昏睡，再到Boston Logan airport的行李被弄错的种种不如意之后，终于终于，在最晴朗的冬日闻到了Charles River上Anna停留了四年的气息，吃到了跟我做了十年冤家的维克的招牌酱牛肉，跟CMU的闺蜜缩在地下室的房间里暗无天日的彻夜长谈，和我家小葵的娘家人挤在一间窄小的厨房里用地道的北京胡同串子方式大吃大喝大聊，和ciccy及他那个靠谱得不行的老公在寒风中暴走哈佛MIT。在很小很小的公寓里，离开我们曾经认识和相聚过的城市，大学，万里之遥，淋漓尽致的大哭大笑，体验一种久违的喝水喝到醉得畅快。 我今天早晨在课堂上跟我学生说，so far, my favorite city in America is Boston, and my point of view about the US changed a lot ever since I went there. 很难讲在话出口的一瞬间我期待着怎样的回答：印第安纳所在的美国中西部是中产阶级蓝领文化的脊梁，而在这里土生土长的美国孩子们，人生的轨迹便单纯到只有一个维度的世界观，没有方法论。但无论如何，波士顿是独一无二的波士顿，这里的氛围有北大清华成府路五道口沿线一般的明朗，直接和单纯，地铁上的姑娘们never wear low cuts, make-ups也不走妖娆颓废路线——They're Boston girls with attitudes and a lot of ...
1055 days ago
Life is becoming increasingly lazy and the castle princess is officially living the lifestyle of a pig. Piggie, my stuffed animal / best companion / sleepmate, is happy that I am now one of her kind. Clothes are thrown all around the bedroom floor; Chicken breasts bought from Testco that were supposed to be the major component of "black bean sauce stir fried chicken slices with mushroom" are left forgotten in the freezer. Worse, mushrooms brew new mushrooms in the fridge. I still haven't installed Microsoft office systems on the newly bought laptop which is bought 3 months ago. Dairies are typed in Windows WordPad with no spell checker. I survive with technologies of the early 90s. Shampoo, leg shaver, body wash, altogether with at least 5 other bathroom items of fancy colors and smells have been sitting undisturbed on my bathroom floor for the past 6 days -- all because I took them off their designated positions on the bath tub and left them on the floor when I decided ...
1056 days ago
You went to Boston, you went to Harvard You went when I was no longer there You smiled on the crisscross paths I once treaded upon and that leaded anywhere, everywhere. It's like a game, I often suspect Intersecting in space yet mismatched in time We are like two particles in a glass, in someone's science experiment bounced around by the molecules of water - Our paths are those of Brownian motion, always close but never touch I run You follow You run I chase But I was gone And you were, Similarly, No longer there Our hearts quivered at the same sceneries The same pinkish blue skys Only on a different date with different eyes Plato would ask: Is that really the same sky, Or is it not?
