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！

effortless limenade. never thought it was this easy to make.

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.

..去lamont library还完书之后俺的拖鞋突然断裂，特么的大概就穿过5次就挂了,难道是下雨的时候泡的了? 结果俺只能赤脚横穿哈佛校园，然后到最近的uo里面顺便退东西顺便买双鞋。册那的是地面温度大概50摄氏度吧。哦。烫死俺了。外加这双鞋真是被逼的。FML

此外昨天刚听过斯蒂尔够大叔讲you women will consume much more than men on your closet, and your shoes are easily broken.…不要这么灵验好不好 好不   好  .…

在丹麦的时候室友同学有一天拿了一个如上图一样的罐子——当时的我还不知道它有一个这么优雅且暴力的名字，french coffee press ——在玩。我问她那是什么她告诉我这是她今天新淘到8克朗还是10克朗也就是相当于13块钱人民币或者2美元的coffee press。我看着这个跟烧杯一样的玩意儿纳闷问她怎么做咖啡，她说就放咖啡粉，加热水，过一会儿一press就好了呀，然后就有继续开始把烧杯上面的盖子压下去再拔上来然后再压下去再拔上来无限循环。

暑假到了每天去买咖啡会穷死的速溶咖啡不好喝于是镜头又蒙太奇到了当年秋冬季节丹麦之上文对话场景。寻思着买一个coffee press。后来和c小朋友在纽约的继midtown west的bodum倒闭后的一家bath and body works里面买到了心仪的coffee press。下午泡住处附近的咖啡店的时候点了杯卡布奇诺，看着嬉皮小哥倒牛奶做花纹的时候感觉艺术实在太伟大了，深入千家万户中啊！小小一杯咖啡，能创造多少咖啡艺术啊。

受启发了打算自试latte art。youtube教程一番发现需要frothing milk。又youtube了下frothing milk发现不是要有frothing machine就是要有espresso machine。后来靠着万能的google发现了这篇攻略！ how to make milk foam without a frother or machine

(photo from here)

深深的被人类的智慧感动之后打算试验一下，真的好用啊！！！！虽然第一杯做出来的跟没做一样。。。。但是，我看到了空中悬浮了两枚大字，“长肥”，哦不，是“希望”啊，希望！

简短教程：

1. 空罐头罐，或者乐扣乐扣那种盒子，根据个人口味轻重倒入牛奶

2. 晃罐头罐或者盒子，晃到牛奶发泡，体积变为之前的两倍

3. 打开盖子，牛奶放微波炉加热30秒，热度有助于维持泡沫形态

4. 做好了！倒到espresso里面开始自我发挥吧~

附注1 冷牛奶不好发泡，先热一下再晃比较好

附注2 全脂牛奶效果更好

所以说，高科技咖啡机什么的最讨厌了！！！！

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

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“One of the traps of adolescence is the sort of paranoid resentment that somehow you’re never going to match up and that everybody else’s life is going to be better and finer and fuller. That everyone else attended some secret lesson in which how to live was taught and you had a dental appointment that day, or you were somehow not invited. And the point of great writers like Wilde is that they make that invitation to you.”

— Stephen Fry

“15岁觉得游泳难，放弃游泳，到18岁遇到一个你喜欢的人约你去游泳，你只好说“我不会耶”。18岁觉得英文难，放弃英文，28岁出现一个很棒但要会英文的工作，你只好说“我不会耶”。人生前期越嫌麻烦，越懒得学，后来就越可能错过让你动心的人和事，错过新风景。”   — 蔡康永

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。