October 27, 2005

Sense of Wonder

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Thursday, October 27, 2005
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October 25, 2005

Photoshop together with a dose of love and attention creates magic. I tend to fall in love with my "art" too fast.
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Photoshop together with a dose of love and attention creates magic. I tend to fall in love with my "art" too fast.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005
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Emma's Birthday Party @ Chengdu, China

Emma's Birthday Party

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Emma's Birthday Party @ Chengdu, China

Tuesday, October 25, 2005
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October 21, 2005

love playing with you

Love Playing With You

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love playing with you

Friday, October 21, 2005
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October 20, 2005

5 minutes into the movie, I started complaining and disbelieving. Boring, phony. "This is not a movie. This is a play, a childish school play." The set is bare to none. Chalk drawn streets, bushes. A voice (a calm, slightly sarcastic one) droned over for the most part. A lanky, self-important fellow with an ambition in literature and philosophy walked around the stage of the supposedly small town served up most of the introduction.

Then 15 minutes into the movie, Grace, a beautiful fugitive who was fleeing from gangsters, stepped onto the stage. After some ridiculous town meetings, the little town sheltered her. In exchange, she offered her service, doing domestic chores, or babysitting children, or nursing old men, or comforting the lonely and blind. It still feels incredibly boring and cheaply sentimental. I cringed at the narration such as "... For the first time in her young life she take pride.", or Grace's exclamation about this "beautiful town amidst magnificent mountains." Thought this would be just a rosy but silly movie about a small town.

Then gradually, I lost track of time, I forgot to be clever and critize. I was drawn in by the dramatic story that turn by turn spiraled worse and worse in its development. (The characters still were talking big and heavy, as if they were all trained by literature academy). The affection and kindness shown by the town people earlier now became sour. They started exploiting Grace. Everyone becomes meaner. Women turned their envy into jealousness and abuse. Men moved onto her, raped and eventually turned her into a whore. Children were no more sweet innocent angels they are supposed to be, instead, they are hateful bullies. In an improbable plot, Grace was chained and enslaved.

It is shocking to see the level of evil unfold, the path to hell guised by the claimed self-righteous good intentions, the helpless on the side of both of victimizing and being victimized. It is disturbing to view the shamed pleasure taken by the males in using Grace as a whore, and Grace's numbing acceptance of her humiliation, sexual abuse and total abandonment on herself.

...

I think it is such a masterpiece, unlike any other. It as bare as honest as cynical as it can be. Later I learned the director von Dier also directed "Dancer in the dark", also a movie about a victimized heroin, also a stark dark movie about human innate evil, collective injustice. ...

Dogville

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5 minutes into the movie, I started complaining and disbelieving. Boring, phony. "This is not a movie. This is a play, a childish school play." The set is bare to none. Chalk drawn streets, bushes. A voice (a calm, slightly sarcastic one) droned over for the most part. A lanky, self-important fellow with an ambition in literature and philosophy walked around the stage of the supposedly small town served up most of the introduction.

Then 15 minutes into the movie, Grace, a beautiful fugitive who was fleeing from gangsters, stepped onto the stage. After some ridiculous town meetings, the little town sheltered her. In exchange, she offered her service, doing domestic chores, or babysitting children, or nursing old men, or comforting the lonely and blind. It still feels incredibly boring and cheaply sentimental. I cringed at the narration such as "... For the first time in her young life she take pride.", or Grace's exclamation about this "beautiful town amidst magnificent mountains." Thought this would be just a rosy but silly movie about a small town.

Then gradually, I lost track of time, I forgot to be clever and critize. I was drawn in by the dramatic story that turn by turn spiraled worse and worse in its development. (The characters still were talking big and heavy, as if they were all trained by literature academy). The affection and kindness shown by the town people earlier now became sour. They started exploiting Grace. Everyone becomes meaner. Women turned their envy into jealousness and abuse. Men moved onto her, raped and eventually turned her into a whore. Children were no more sweet innocent angels they are supposed to be, instead, they are hateful bullies. In an improbable plot, Grace was chained and enslaved.

It is shocking to see the level of evil unfold, the path to hell guised by the claimed self-righteous good intentions, the helpless on the side of both of victimizing and being victimized. It is disturbing to view the shamed pleasure taken by the males in using Grace as a whore, and Grace's numbing acceptance of her humiliation, sexual abuse and total abandonment on herself.

...

I think it is such a masterpiece, unlike any other. It as bare as honest as cynical as it can be. Later I learned the director von Dier also directed "Dancer in the dark", also a movie about a victimized heroin, also a stark dark movie about human innate evil, collective injustice. ...

Thursday, October 20, 2005
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October 17, 2005

Once again, another month fled away. Summer became fall. Emma's birthday has passed. She became 2 years old already (although she started telling people this about two months ago).

While I squandered my time away (obsessed with some long, long, winding Korean TV series, devouring 10 episodes in one night, ... or simply doing nothing while pondering what to do), Emma has taken up every minute to grow (except her hair which remains short, which Mom chopped it off in cool calm whenever it gets a little long. I need to tell my mom not to ...) Her reservoir of ancient chinese poems has more than 6, her songs about 15, she learned to dance in various forms and beats, she would strech her arms, legs, little waist, or tilt her body or head this way and that way. And most importantly, she is such PR. Polite, happy, courteous, running around as an angel. She greets people with kisses, hellos, and she sends people off in traditional Chinese way. She would say: "Go slow, slow." She learned to put away her toys, little shoes and little jacket ...

Cannot blame everyone that is crazy about her. She is a wonder girl. I hope she can always be like this, grow up a wonderful, wonderful woman. At the very least, better, much better than I am.

Wonder Girl

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Once again, another month fled away. Summer became fall. Emma's birthday has passed. She became 2 years old already (although she started telling people this about two months ago).

While I squandered my time away (obsessed with some long, long, winding Korean TV series, devouring 10 episodes in one night, ... or simply doing nothing while pondering what to do), Emma has taken up every minute to grow (except her hair which remains short, which Mom chopped it off in cool calm whenever it gets a little long. I need to tell my mom not to ...) Her reservoir of ancient chinese poems has more than 6, her songs about 15, she learned to dance in various forms and beats, she would strech her arms, legs, little waist, or tilt her body or head this way and that way. And most importantly, she is such PR. Polite, happy, courteous, running around as an angel. She greets people with kisses, hellos, and she sends people off in traditional Chinese way. She would say: "Go slow, slow." She learned to put away her toys, little shoes and little jacket ...

Cannot blame everyone that is crazy about her. She is a wonder girl. I hope she can always be like this, grow up a wonderful, wonderful woman. At the very least, better, much better than I am.

Monday, October 17, 2005
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Emma's birthday, Chengdu, China

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Monday, October 17, 2005
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October 16, 2005

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Sunday, October 16, 2005
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