Yellowman

Has anyone really believed her/his individual psychology could be somehow divorced from history? Tonight’s play has made it so clear, […]

The Fog of War

Still digesting the event of last week: McNamara in Berkeley. When all is said and done, only the voice of […]

星期六的下午

在Peets的外面久坐 重读《神话结构》 阳光暖暖地斜射下来 照在脸上 蓝色贝雷帽的女子 怀抱着吉他轻唱 (十五年前,电报街头 也是这样的阳光)

Diane Anbus in SFMOMA

Saw Diane Anbus‘ Exhibition at SFMOMA last Friday. “A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells […]

Frida

She fascinates with herself and the revolution, while turning life’s pain into her paintings.

Goat Rock

Yesterday. moss on the rocks, sounds of flowing water, light in the trees, mountains and ocean afar, and the rock […]

Join the Tribe

You joined the Tribe through Arthur. Another experiment.

From implicit to explicit

Listening to Ouverture-Allegro from Bach’s Partita No. 4 in D Major. Reflecting upon today’s conversation. It’s getting dark outside.

高山流水

布鲁伦,泠冽夜,听“高山流水”