Drizzling Old Age

It has been drizzling in the city since last night and it will continue through out the weekend according to weather broadcast. Weather is getting cooler and Fall season is back.

Received the latest issue of "Marth Stewatrd's Living" a couple of days ago and realized that Halloween is around the corner, again. Time really flies.

My next door neighbour Max, from Argentina, told me that he is working as a model/actor. We had a brief conversation about his work and he told me that he is actually 32, has a master's degree in, I think, business, but decided to change his job to work as a model/actor. To survive in the field, he has to tell people that he is 26. He said,"it's not your actual age but how you live your age that matters." He does look like he is in his mid-twenties to me. He find youthful looking a plus as he has the maturity that a 26-year-old might not have. Not to mention he is able to re-live his twenties all over again, to fulfill his un-fulfilled dreams.

It made me think much about what he said. I guess most people, once reach a certain age, are all cursed by the number game. If we keep thinking that we are getting older we will definitely look old and get old faster. Why should we restrict ourselves to conventional protocol?

Hans Visit

Hansheng came to New York and we met up for dinner last Sunday. It's extremely excited to see him again, I guess what strikes me the most is the content of our conversation. Or to be exact, talking to Hansheng that evening turn into a self-clarification session for my own self and it confirmed and, at the same time, denied some of my earlier thoughts on beings. The initially conflicting notions of result oriented practicality and discursive dialectic progression in life somehow intertwined together, forming a path leading to a more desirable and universal end result for humanity to me. In fact, such conclusion has always been with me, it's just that it was somehow consolidated into a clearer mass that evening. Between the preplanned and reactionary dichotomy, there ought to emerge multiple of possibilities that give answers to the kaleidoscopic phenomenon. As for which answer to subscribe to, it is, again, another idiosyncratic decision that, somehow, lead to another groundless horizon. Nonetheless, the sense of groundlessness is, indeed, a ground floating above a vast field of different possibilities, I guess as Ranciere sees it, and not without a ground.