Plurk is my new toy! Some people think that Plurk is like an enhanced version of Twitter but it really is not.

Anyhow, Plurk accomplishes my needs of in-community communication in some ways, even more than BBS. : )

Like the new toy a lot~

H.K. (Hells Kitchen) is a café located near David’s place in NYC. It was a beautiful Sunday when we were there. Sunlight brought the heat to our skin as if it wasn’t subzero outside of the window. Fresh food provided us simple satisfactions: juicy steak, tender asparagus and milky Brie in the omelet, and the palatable waffle with lots of fruit and cream and syrup; even their home fries on the side impressed me with the solid texture…   

I would love to be there again on the other sunny day. : )

Life is hard without things I’ve been familiar with – food, friends, family, and 24/7 convenience stores. However, this year might be the first time I really start learning to be independent. Though I sometimes feel uneasy, I can see new and wonderful things growing in my heart.

I learn the briefness and worthiness of life and become more motivated.

I learn not to use 『wait until』 anymore and start accomplishing the aspirations at once.

Antipode Planter is designed by Patrick Morris, who has the background of ceramics. Like the handy version of Hanging Gardens, plants can be suspended from the ceiling in an Antipode Planter. This really is the spaceless, clean and interesting greenery that needs only to be watered once a month – sounds lovely, doesn’t it?    

However, as a resident of the circum-Pacific seismic zone… Though I do feel like having the cute Antipode Planter in my tiny room located on the non-seismic East Coast, the hesitation toward suspended objects is in my blood.

Though it’s a bit late, but here comes the first snow in Boston this year~ With the red brick building across the street, it becomes a graceful winter view – like a vivid painting on the window.

I always like to  pay attention to scenes and extras when watching a movie; yet in La Dolce Vita, it’s hard to do so while hearing Italian with English subtitle.  In fact, I couldn’t concentrate too much on either the details and the dialogues, so I have only fragmentary feelings about the movie.  Maybe I should just review the movie a few more times, but I believe that keeping a log of my feelings would help incubating more thoughts when next time I watch it.     

The conflict of Marcello’s mixed feelings to his father impressed me.  There’s only modest interaction between the father and the son; however, the son’s behavior talked.  He gave every effort to welcome his father carefully; after failing to keep his father stay for one more night, he followed his father’s leaving taxi disappointedly.  Marcello’s uninhibitedness is just the same as his father’s earlier life, but deep inside, I can feel his longing for his father’s love.  And with guiltiness of carelessness to his family, the father cared about his son as well.  Even though, Fellini gave them only one night getting together.

The illusory life, the adrift love and the lost sense of belonging fills the film.  Funny parties and absurd relationships once and once  revealed the feeble spirit of those capitalists; the black-and-white frames didn’t miss any of the fractions out but contrarily stood them out.  Rome pillars, fountains and open cars; women’s perfectly round busts and alluring looks; the confidence, confusion and frivolity in Marcello’s enthusiastic and lonely eyes.  The illusory living and adrift affairs bring excitement but also deepen the loneliness in a heart.  Does the sense of belonging never exist, or does it fade away over time?  Fellini wasn’t answering.  Maybe he just want his audiences to listen to their own answers.

The ending was obscure to me.  Just the curious and senseless look on Marcello’s face were snapshotted in my mind to be the last scene.