从the impossible project那里买的宝丽来胶片到了。

新英格兰又开始不停地下雨了。夏天真的又结束了。

Mireille的条纹体恤现在又流行回来了。我终于从这个学期开始学法语了。这部1987年拍摄的法语教学片可谓语言教学片中的CULT巅作啊！！视频youtube上都有，强烈推荐第四集第二部分……Nous allons apprendre le français!

周二的时候发现自行车后胎在周一晚到周二早的某个时间被人捅了。 下了法语课去校园警察那儿汇报情况，彻底领会到了vandalism精神所在。今天和王大喜去了备案普顿换轮胎。备案普顿自行车店的小哥把整个自行车架起来，卸下来后轮，抽出内胎，充气，看是不是真的漏气，发现漏的不轻之后就换了整个新胎来。我和王大喜就想起来国内那种特有架势的路边修车摊，有一大片粉红色的橡胶内胎的那种。师傅会用一盆水把胎泡着，找到哪儿有露眼儿，然后在内漏气眼儿那贴上块小橡胶皮，再拿矬子慢慢搓半天，简直快成了一种失传艺术。那种修车摊还会有老式打气筒，就是没事儿会不小心沾到裤子上油打一次起一毛钱的那种。比这种店有感觉多了。下午是新校长就职典礼，不过我们明显的跑到备案普顿溜达去了。据说声势浩大的就职典礼还配上了烟花表演，想想美国大概也就独立日放放烟花。新校长登基不知道会有什么样的新政策出台，当然我会希望她能让不烂差里面重新出现odwalla这种纯果汁饮料，要么就是jterm还能有能拿学分的课上（也就是有经费给jterm的教授发）。从odwalla这种基层愿望可以体现我是一个多么没有脱离低级趣味的人啊，啊哈，哈。

昨天从在剑桥住了五个星期的公寓搬了出来。一暑假的东西变成了四个寄回学校的纸箱和两个托运行李。之前帮忙搬家的葡萄牙小哥居然去度假了，真是想付钱找帮手也找不到了。剑桥的出租车公司普遍不靠谱，除了习惯性晚点半小时之外他们也不会帮我搬东西然后运到两个blocks之外的邮局。这个时候又到了一年几度的我是女人我最猛时刻–咱在学校垃圾车搬家都弄过，这个怕毛。于是想去wholefoods借小推车，后来想到去地铁的路上会遇到一家五金店，于是打算去里面看看情况。店员小哥很好，押下了id借了小推车给我。要死要活的把三个箱子从四楼搬到了楼下，然后分批三次运到邮局，导致后来邮局大婶已经见到我就微笑了。寄掉了100多磅的包裹我就疯了。为什么又这么多的附带品，开学了要赶快ebay上面处理掉些。

本来要煽情呢结果又写成水文了。不过，今天是我的两个狮子座朋友的生日。很神奇的我跟你们都是在英国在lse见面认识更了解，但是你们俩却没见过。祝rex和chloe生日快乐！我爱你们。

电脑坏了，拿ipad打字太痛苦，看电影去了。the it crowd居然已经出了第四季好久，还有中国也开始达人之china’s got talent. 我果然还是站在火星最前沿哇！

Gaslight

> french, brasserie, paris made decor, vintage style.

Beehive

> live music, art, and european

Gingerpark (previously banQ)

> asian fushion, drifting woodish interior!!!

i won’t expect much of the food..but the interior design is killing me, and it reminds me of the driftwood pavilion, project of 2009 from architectural association.

B&G Oyster

> fresh oyster, england style seafood, and barbara lynch group’s production.

Sportello

> italino, minimalist

another barbara lynch’s. single barbara lynch group’s restaurant is a “wanna go” for me…

Aquitiane

> french, brunch

um..i heard the brunch there is pretty good.

(all photos via flickr)

it is a night like this while thinking of that makes me cry.

the weather’s getting unbearably suffocate and unexpectedly hot (100 f) in boston right now.  it is not that i’m complaining that boston is no good, though i whine about it quite often and didn’t really make much effort in finding something amusing here. it’s just, something is missing in the air. and again i was mesmerizing and longing for the zesty summer time last year. maybe, location matters. the brief cloudy sky that blocked the rays from the sun made me feel that i’m not in boston anymore while i was walking down the lane with destination the bus station. it is effing sad being nostalgic of the past/or a certain place while you know it is impossible to turn the clock back or be there at present.  despite that fact, thinking of all these free museums, the v&a, the national gallery, tate, british museum, and all these squares and circles trafalgar square piccadilly circles leicester square oxford circles, and all these schools lse central saint martin royal college of art architectural association, and all these pubs pubs pubs everywhere in the corner where you can just hop in and get a pint of stella and chat, and all these markets borough market camden market spitafileds market portobello market, and all these not so sunny days and waking up so early going to bed so late days and all these glares at st pancras station that make me feel motivated and freshed. f. c. u. k.  yet it is thinking of something that you want to achieve yet feeling so powerless that makes you feel so hopeless.

hang out with your camera more. please. please. please. maybe you’ll miss here then and realizing you only have one roll of film for it.

剑桥店

波士顿店

造型奇特的cupcake

Sweet Cupcakes

Harvard Square//

0 Brattle St
Harvard Square
Cambridge, MA 02138

Back Bay//

49 Massachusetts Ave
(between Commonwealth Ave & Marlborough St)
Boston, MA 02115

he can write, and drink.

“What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.”

— Charles Bukowski

心情坐了很久的过山车之后，这几天在痴迷于研究扫描仪。上面是自己扫的底片。

自从发现了art building里面的确可以底扫就去把屯了一个月的胶片冲洗了，这几天跟espon v700这台机器打了数次交道。结果是，为什么别人扫描出来的特别好看，我的怎么扫要不然是过曝清晰度低就是牛顿环等等实在是郁闷。上面的照片也能清晰看出划痕。又开始泡无忌摄影这一群器材男的论坛了。没有钱在美国玩胶片果然是有点痛苦，光冲底片的花费就在够国内全部冲扫一条龙服务了。还是科学技术是第一生产力，俺好好研究扫描仪去，早日扫好春假的照片。

下周据说要给大叔打电话和去波士顿，自己先阿弥陀佛一个。我还是很喜欢加州的，比如旧金山。