Yan

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.

波士顿的一家cup­cake店。走过去又回头来。

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

写paper写吐了就开始听歌，听到这首歌，简直太欢快了.…

city light book­store, san fran­cisco, ca.  taken by pen­tax sp1000.

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。