The dead and alive of Coney Island

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National cooking day

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My neighborhood

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MET spring

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A trip to Philip Johnson’s Glass House

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Brooklyn Bridge

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Three thoughts after me watching House of Cards S2

More butchery than strategy;
Butchery for butchery’s sake;
Artificial intelligence escalation.

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Le Tourbillon , Jules et Jim 

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Feb.10th

Last Saturday I went to a screening of NYU News and Documentary this year’s film festival to watch my friend Nanfu’s doc concerning a women’s rights activist in Hainan, China. The protagonist’s name is Ye Haiyan, a Chinese gender activist best known for her actions in favor of women, prostitutes, and children against violence and sexual aggression, and what I was truly impressed is that Nanfu the director, is just a little girl, looks weak and feminine, but there is something completely opposite from her appearance motivated her to make an endeavor to shoot this difficult film. The filming took a few months, during which hardships were incessant, and she even encountered face-to-face conflicts with the local government. Herself aside, her parents living in thousands miles away were interrogated by the police intermittently, and her camera narrowly remained intact from those unknown protesters. However, there are a lot touches of humor in this supposedly film of indignation and bitter——no matter for the director’s own consideration reflecting on the screen or the characters’ words or behaviors. Applause thundered the auditorium when the captions started to stream down, I was deeply moved. I always think that I’m a person having a tongue in my head, but at that moment, I was unable to utter a single word. Nanfu was wrapped by friends and professors, so I didn’t get a chance to talk to her in person. Instead, I sent her a msg later, saying: I think you are a girl possessing the magic to turn every possibility into reality.

After sending the text, a similar scene flashed back into my mind: at the same film festival last year, my friend Nan had her film screening. She set the Xinjiang young pickpockets as her subject. From difficulties preventing her from shooting at the beginning to mutual trust being built up as their connections grew deeper and closer,and gradually Nan realized that they are good boys who were abducted by gangsters from their hometown Xinjiang to elsewhere; they wondered great cities in the East, shooting up, remembering home and practicing the one true skill they have: they steal…eventually those kids and Nan became friends and Nan could complete her mission. Nonetheless, at the first screening of the film in New York, Nan heard a news in terms of the death of one her characters.. The movie was nominated for Emmy Award. The efforts deserve the honor.

I used to think that idealism is more or less a shade hoodwinking you from the reality when you are not technically young enough, but during the few years that I’ve been living in New York, I’ve met numerous fighters of dreams, whose ages cover a wide range. Those people, those witnesses and those spirits constantly inspire me, encouraging me to stay here a bit longer to embrace challenges and endure uncertainties, in exchange of stability. As to me, if comfort zone is at my fingertips, but it takes more initiatives and courages to make something happen, without any reality concerns, I would always and be assured to opt for the latter. 

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The Real and The Unreal

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