heres the multi-touch screen demoed by jeff han:
i know i might sound trite and frivolous with these "incredibly convenient", "exciting", and "cool" adjectives. but ultimately, i am also aware that this is not about the new "stuffs" but rather about the inspiration and the thrill that the new "stuffs" confer upon us.
also at nyt was this piece on how small-sized banks in the US are doing in this time of turmoil. reading the piece, i am temporarily yet inconsolably missing henniker and its nice, friendly people. other than that, im learning to appreciate beauty again. thanks to the internet in general, to ted in particular, and most of all to the habit of reading.
2. the ghost of the future chases me to the shadow of the past.
"Our house might be small yet elegant. My second favorite in the house would be the semi-sunroom-hallway that’d connect the two wooden staircases. There would be a day-bed there, with stacks of magazine at its feet, right next to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall which would be clothed by a pair of cream, see-through curtains. Your second favorite in the house would be the basement room where all your three or four [musical instruments] located. The basement room is sound-proof so you could freely practice with your band or give private lessons down here. Our favorite in the house would be the bedroom on the mezzanine. Low platform bed with down linen comforter and big pillows, soft lighting, wall-to-wall bookcase, walk-in closet. Our home was beautiful because the beauty was in us, in you and me that filled the place with love and life.”
that was me, five years ago. the passage was part of what turns out to be a self-pitying, neurotic, obssesive, and minutest 100-page-plus monologue. it might sound vaguely familiar to some while annoyingly cliché to others, but either way, bear with me here.
now that im looking for stuffs to fill in this behemoth of the new house, i cant help but wonder when i will be able to afford a place i can call my own. i will still have the low platform bed with down linen comforter and big pillows, the soft lighting, the wall-to-wall bookcase, and certainly the day-bed in the semi-sunroom-hallway. the only change here, i guess, is that its not longer "our house" but rather "my place". it will be a long and winding road to "my place" but once i get there, i wanna be there on my own for a while before giving it ("my place" - my life) up to someone. taking the blame, i now realize that after all these years, i eventually start making things for just me and myself.
last words: forward-thinking, though embraced, certainly doesnt help the longing sentiment ive already set aside for somewhere in the past.
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