不知不觉一年到头，有巨大的收获，不过一切现在都无法兑现，用你不熄的爱慢慢等待，唯有这样，才能真正收获忠诚和宁静。
生活永远少不了的是思考、美食和懒觉，当然还有音乐。心情颇为矛盾，有时候觉得很冷，慢慢燃起的火苗似乎能把你的心灵烧成灰烬，所有的甜蜜和美好把你推向没有退路的悬崖，你又一次遭遇麻烦了，Mr. Nolac。那应该是我们能看到的希望，而不是匮乏心灵的填补，你早已做好选择，为什么不坚持呢？
废话多了，推荐又一首主题音乐，来自 Radka Toneff 的 “The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress”，第一次听这只曲子是在“柏林之声”，而不是在她的专辑 “Fairy Tales”。当时是半夜，明月当空，突如其来的冰凉、清莹和幽怨的人声仿佛来自天堂，HiFi消失，人好似只身置于空谷，心中有无数的悲情和无奈，此时还有什么更加重要的事呢，没有，没有任何事物能比得这冰凉的事实。她让你退去所有的光华，在深深的、无尽的夜里思索自己的宿命和注定。能演绎这样曲子的艺术家也是不简单，她选择离开人世来解脱自己无边无际的忧郁。
See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon’s a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold
Once the sun did shine
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon’s a harsh mistress
It’s so hard to love her well
I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
Yes, I did, and I — I tripped and I missed my star
God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone
And the moon’s a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
The moon’s a harsh mistress
She’s hard to call your own.
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in the grand scheme of things the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends.
Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto, “Anyone can cook.” But I realize only now do I truly understand what he meant.
Not everyone can become a great artist,but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s, who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more.
我们没有任何偶像崇拜，我们没有任何神，我们自己就是自己至高无上的神。
我们身边的朋友都是天才，我们是一群衣衫褴褛的疯子。我们认为家庭是最重要的，其次是艺术和理想，其实这又有什么区别。我们只为自己工作，也考虑工资和收入，享受美食和自然，现实时间没有什么能阻止我们对自由的追求，我们努力冲破各种限制达到自己满意的境界。我们可能彬彬有礼，也可能尖酸刻薄，有时候心怀伟大，有时候却显得卑吝渺小，但我们一直敬畏天地，严格区分礼貌和礼节。对祖国和人民有着深深的感情，知道华夏凝重的历史和东方艺术精华。灵魂对于我们来说纯净神圣，可以被压迫低估但绝无法被玷污。吵闹和喧哗我们深深厌烦，我们经常在高高的位置暗笑那些拿着腥臭酒杯的蠢货，但遗憾的是这个世界不能缺少这些东西，所以很多时候我们反被嘲笑，但这个没什么，不是么。
被人诋毁谩骂，又被人称赞怜惜，我们看看过往的兴衰荣辱，一个精灵飘过脑海，对了呵，一切都是这个岁月，还有什么比这虚荣的青春更好的呢。
长长叹一口气，然后想想自己都做了什么，做得对么，是不是在导演自欺欺人的把戏，那些儿的麻烦事该怎么解决，我能解决么，一切都是问题。没得选择的情况下，我们只能选择继续前进。
