Archive for March, 2008

乐队来访

band’s visit 1 band’s visit 2 band’s visit 3

乐队来访》,若要分类的话便是黑色喜剧,并没有什么让人兴高采烈的地方。一个埃及的警察乐团,受邀到以色列演出。不幸搞错了地址,困在荒漠里的小镇。幸好有好心的餐馆老板娘收留他们。故事就是这样。

当然,晚上发生了些事情(不然老板娘漂亮有什么用!),但情节零零碎碎,进度缓慢。比如:几个人吃了一顿饭;几个人散了一会步;几个人跳了一段舞。不断的特写里表情匮乏,不需要说话的地方,则填以沉默。

观众很少看见这样的情形:笨拙和不适变成常态,仿佛是高明的滑稽演员,有着不停爬起、摔倒的命运。黑色喜剧里百折不挠的主人公,个个具有宽广的气度。点头致意时突然想起了自己:带着迟缓的情感,抵御命运的不幸。

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Simon on March 27th 2008 in smalltalk

Paradise, now.

工作日,惯常起床、办公室、午饭、办公室、健身房、晚饭、DVD加书、睡觉。周末,则是爬梯、打球、买菜、洗衣。一轮七天,一轮转过来再转一轮。

方才还在下雨,屋里暖气不停。转着转着,怎就突然花红草绿,开车还要打冷气?日子到了湾区,变得甜丝丝、滑溜溜,就像入了嘴的汤圆。咕噜咕噜,一下子就消失不见。

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Simon on March 24th 2008 in 6v

素食主义者

bok_choy中午从办公室开溜,跑到外头晒太阳吃饭。和M一人要了一个色拉,他的盘子里有大块红色的甜菜根,我的盘子里多是灰灰绿绿的蓝酪。加上绿色的菜叶,棕色的熏肉和白色的鸡肉,远看像是五颜六色的外星食品。也奇怪,我偏喜欢蓝酪那种冲鼻子的气味,常见的那些个奶酪淡而无味,拌起色拉来实在是可有可无。

说起来M也当过一段时间的素食主义者。M从德州来,德州的红脖子牛仔大碗喝酒大块吃肉,蔬菜反倒金贵。实行素食主义有一定难度,最后只好放弃。我这辈子第一次见到素食者,是在一年前。那时整个组跑到夏威夷开会,几个学生一起出去吃饭。我说,不如去吃夏威夷烧烤?同行的印度师兄S面带难色,那里没有烤蔬菜吧⋯⋯原来他从小就只吃素。我觉得有些奇怪,S师兄个子高大,与我偏见里的“面有菜色”完全不符。他解释说,他也喝牛奶,吃奶酪,算不得完全的素食者。又说人其实用不到那么多蛋白质,豆类、牛奶,完全可以满足身体需要。这算是现身说法吧,还挺有说服力。不过对我而言完全行不通。当时我正勤奋锻炼,每次从健身房里出来,饿得昏天黑地。要是没肉吃,定会遭到生理和心理的双重毁灭性打击。 :shock: Continue Reading »

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Simon on March 18th 2008 in smalltalk

tout sur moi-même

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Simon on March 16th 2008 in tu

How’s School Going?

老子昨天买饭,顺手拿了一张校报来看。头版头条赫然道:“学校将学生举报给RIAA”。教务长义正词严地说:“这不关公平的事儿,这关乎正确与否。”态度强硬,意思是说你们这些下盗版的小贼,还是早日悔悟,乖乖把钱送上来吧。学校马上就要把你们的罪状揭发给人民大众了!波及面广大,38%学生榜上有名。最严重的被索赔3000至5000不等,不然就要吃官司。

有的学生比较委屈:我可付不起3000块啊,大概要退学了吧⋯⋯有一个厉害的:我老爸老妈答应付钱,不过学校侵犯了学生的隐私,我要告它,告它!为了表示校报的态度,记者特意举了H大的例子,看人家怎么和学生一起同仇敌忾,共同在家下载小片片。而且最后还给了个建议,来学校的某某网站,查一下我们的数据库,看看您有没有被举报。如果有的话,我们有法律咨询志愿者帮助您。 Continue Reading »

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Simon on March 11th 2008 in 6v

Little Death 2

Time drips by like maple down a tree trunk, … stretching every moment out until he loses all linear sense and becomes one long, garbled, confusing mass of sadness. 

Weird enough he remembered this. As he pulled out the pack from his pocket he dropped his cellphone and it stopped working almost instantly. He swore a bit. The chilly midnight air was on his neck.

Was he calling? A slight quirk jumped onto his face. Or was he hiding in the crowd, just like him? For a moment he almost started questioning himself. But he resisted the temptation: nothing really mattered. After all he was already there, on the exact spot his strange fate led him to. All this time he was listening to every word of him, following every of his steps. One has the right to be amazed: even the tiniest mismatch would place him in a completely different situation. (Maybe a better one? He would never know.) Continue Reading »

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Simon on March 10th 2008 in ekrit

吉帕乌

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Simon on March 7th 2008 in ekrit