April 25, 2006
Murakami week
"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you, something inside you. So all you can do is to give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand does not get in, and walk through it, step by step. There is no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. "
"And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what storm is all about."
-------" Kafka On the Shore" by Haruki Murakami
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December 25, 2005
My journey
She says:
I escaped from
a box with no lid.
I was supposed to be round.
gonna take a journey to find myself.
chasing after it
I came to a place I never knew
but it is where I've always wanted to go
there is everything
there is nothing.
all I wanted to watch was
a beautiful butterfly fluttering around.
that's why I knew
this was not my place
yet.
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September 1, 2005
Love is overrated?
Nancy Houston says in her An Adoration:
Yes love is all very well and good, but there is no way that it can take the place of your childhood memories, mother tongue, friends, parents, native sky...love, in my opinion, is vastly overrated. It is far less powerful than people make it out to be.
Is that true?
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August 22, 2005
被点名了。。。
一向不太关心流行趋势，所以直到被Anais 点了名才知道blog tag的来势迅猛。索性也赶一回时髦吧。
1. 家書架上的藏書數量
在北京时有一巨大个儿书橱，可惜没办法带来。那时70%的书籍是文学艺术类，对于金融经济电脑股票一概不感兴趣，一副不食人间烟火状。没想到后来阴差阳错地读了MBA. 现在在Montreal家里有若干金融会计市场人力资源等等无聊书籍，然而文学书籍仍占主导地位，只是分英法中三类，共计有300本左右。
2. 正在看或想看的書
为了回答这个问题，我把昨天刚整理好的书们抱过来一一登记：
正在读的：
Aloft by Chang-Rae Lee
Je voudrais que quelquèun mè attende quelque part by Anna Gavalda
Dance, dance, dance by Haruki Murakami
An Adoration by Nancy Huston
准备读的：
Àmes et Corps by Nancy Huston
Comme Une Ombre Dans La Nuit by Nora Roberts
Dolce Agonia, a novel by Nancy Huston
Prodigy by Nancy Huston
Underground by Haruki Murakami
Péchés de chair by Penelope Williamson
Immobile by Ying Chen
Chercher le Vent by Guillaume Vigneault
La petite fille qui aimait trop les allumettes by Gaétan Soucy
Wicked, the Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Macquire
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
3. 最後買的一本書
Àmes et Corps by Nancy Huston
4. 有特別感想、印象深刻的五本書
红楼梦 （曹雪芹）大学时废寝忘食爱不释手。不知读过多少遍，哼哼唧唧地背诵“葬花词“为黛玉掉无数不值当的眼泪。
独身女人（亦舒）喜欢亦舒的简洁和尖刻。曾买过她所有的小说。现在再看“独身女人“仍觉余味无穷。
The Scalet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne 对次书印象深刻并非特别喜欢，而是大学时写英文书评，深感此书之晦涩难懂，受折磨之程度让我记忆深刻。
张爱玲散文系列。 经典就是经典。张爱玲本身就是经典。句号。
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom 这本书里Morrie的人生观和价值观和我惊人的相似，因而钟爱。
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June 12, 2005
Murakami and the heat
Finally I finished this Wind-up Bird Chronicle, the 607-page book.
It has been tooooooooooo long, like a never ending long distant relationship. The cover of my book was worn out, probably due to travelling frequently in and out my bag but Haruki Murakami with his words would never wear me out.
Sitting in a café for the whole afternoon, I felt the heat attacking me every now and then. Montreal was controlled by the humid heat this week, making me want to do absolutely, nothing. The heat wrapped and tried to devour me. All of sudden, it dawned to me that someone murmured in the dark, “ I love the heat”, the voice was shivering with sweat. Do I ever love the heat? Peut- être. Rarely though. Heat escalates my anxiety and frustration. Yet occasionally I just want to be soaked in the sweat completely then take a shower or bath, feeling like reborn. Like sometimes I let myself sink in some emotions, deeply, completely until I can not go further then I will recollect myself and ready to move on.
I left the café and threw myself in the burning sun again. It might be one of those few occasional cases that I felt like being soaked, right then.
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January 16, 2005
Tuesdays with Morrie----Detach...
In two days I am at page 105...I fall in love with this 80ish old man...
Learn to detach....
Detachment does not mean you don't let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary you let it penetrate you fully. That's how you are able to leave it.
......Take any emotion,---love for a woman, or grief for a loved one, or what I 'm going through, fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions---if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them, you'are too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. you're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.
But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, "All right. I have expereienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need detach from that emotion for a moment..."
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
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