pictures

This work I made in this thanksgiving is for Carla.
And that was me 3yrs ago in Chicago. Yihong took this pic for me. 3 yrs ago. Where did this time go?

In the break

Letting memory fade by itself without keeping it alive is such a shameful thing. Writing novels is such a good outlet for memory. Why I am still waiting in vain?

Finding

I guess I finally have some time to blog now. Is it a little bit sad to say that after an almost whole semester's trying, the biggest harvest is to realize that I am not really good at linguistics and I'm not going to incorporate any sociolinguistics in my future research? I just can't be as sensitive to the linguistic forms as other people, or native speakers. Is it only I who am feeling that linguistic phenomenon in American English self-privileges native speakers to do research on them? I really hope next semester's art class won't be so discriminating as this one. Well, at least, we all see the art works, and it is legitimized to have different approaches to reach understandings, is it? Don't tell me to be more assertive because I really feel my knowledge are so superficial. Or is it I know too much that I'm lost in my own articulation?