One day CoDa called me, said someone named Tane came and gave her a music CD. When she played the music along with the projector visual, the effect was good. It seemed music worked. I came to the shop and saw that a new coffee shop and a bar had opened nearby just within these two weeks. In the night they did the same to project images into the open air and play music outside the shops, in the public area, to form a cool arena.
CoDa tried to set a time clock to the projector. Even when the shop was closed, at intervals her expressionistic art shone through the window glass to mix with those in the public arena into a strange kind of beauty landscape. People loved it. And after nights of feeding on the visual of CoDa’s artistic tees, they came back to get one.
CoDa was ‘happppy’, and thanked me because Tane the musician said he was a friend of mine. Yeah. I told CoDa if she ever met Tane again, told him that I missed him and wished him success.
Finally, one day she said Tane came again. She had spread the words. She told me that the boy was in the midst of her arts and tees, once seemed like lost, but then smiling, bewildered in a world of strange acquaintance, went out to the cafe to buy something to drink, sitting on roadside, waiting to see passers-by. Then left.
2008年9月30日 星期二
2008年9月28日 星期日
steel-frame robot model posures, projected as urban mirage
‘To show the frame has life, the first thing is we believe in it. After all these years of robotics, in comics, movies, we can finally make it credible that such a stupid frame can have life. With imagination, it can live. Only that others use working robots, and we make this frame as one.’
‘How, sci-cho reductionism ?’
‘If you can think them out,’ I pointed at the drawings on the wall, ‘you can do a frame.’
Not long after, we found a movable steel frame from a second-hand recycle shop, made it look like a shadow robot or robot shadow. CoDa put the tee on it, and changed the apparel frequently. Then we found a projector, casting the different postures with different tees onto the street so that when cars drove by, they saw something always changing on the road, a virtual robot model. And it became a kind of urban mirage.
It worked. More and more people dropped by, ending up buying something. Of course the customers were not as many as the competitor shop, but CoDa was already contented with the community. She called me pal.
The competitor shop got back at us with costly investment. It used a real robot to wear a tee, selling the brand. CoDa was once discouraged, though not yielding. She used the idle time to draw at the shop, and started to work on big canvass.
‘How, sci-cho reductionism ?’
‘If you can think them out,’ I pointed at the drawings on the wall, ‘you can do a frame.’
Not long after, we found a movable steel frame from a second-hand recycle shop, made it look like a shadow robot or robot shadow. CoDa put the tee on it, and changed the apparel frequently. Then we found a projector, casting the different postures with different tees onto the street so that when cars drove by, they saw something always changing on the road, a virtual robot model. And it became a kind of urban mirage.
It worked. More and more people dropped by, ending up buying something. Of course the customers were not as many as the competitor shop, but CoDa was already contented with the community. She called me pal.
The competitor shop got back at us with costly investment. It used a real robot to wear a tee, selling the brand. CoDa was once discouraged, though not yielding. She used the idle time to draw at the shop, and started to work on big canvass.
2008年9月24日 星期三
using an idea robot as a model
Then there was another shop open around the corner, big with car park. They sold name brands. Not long after it became a chain store. There were promotions. Some emerging teenage idols and pop stars appeared on the posters and in the commercials.
‘What can we hire?’ CaDo asked me, desperately.
‘Except you and me, probably no one.’
‘Dire.’
‘Not nearly. Well, we can use non-human model.’
CoDa turned to look at the drawings on the wall; some were now framed.
‘A robot.’ I said.
She was filled with hope yet skepticism.
‘It’s dehumanized.’
‘Yeah, I know, it fits my theme, but then how can I ever afford it?’ She spoke in a strange tone with pitch.
‘You don’t need a real robot.’ My words were carefree.
‘Not...real ?’ She seemed getting something.
The result was a steel frame, initially animated with an idea of life.
‘Idea, just an idea?’ She doubted.
‘What can we hire?’ CaDo asked me, desperately.
‘Except you and me, probably no one.’
‘Dire.’
‘Not nearly. Well, we can use non-human model.’
CoDa turned to look at the drawings on the wall; some were now framed.
‘A robot.’ I said.
She was filled with hope yet skepticism.
‘It’s dehumanized.’
‘Yeah, I know, it fits my theme, but then how can I ever afford it?’ She spoke in a strange tone with pitch.
‘You don’t need a real robot.’ My words were carefree.
‘Not...real ?’ She seemed getting something.
The result was a steel frame, initially animated with an idea of life.
‘Idea, just an idea?’ She doubted.
2008年9月22日 星期一
The art was creative, bio-descriptive and rich in details of a lonesome ontology
Alone the drawings were hard to digest. I once went into the shop, managed to talk to the artist. Her name is CoDa. Well, she dressed neutral but inclined to be female, so I took it a she.
I gave some opinions. One was to place a drawing of hers together with a photo of a well-known landmark, trying to digest the oddness of the x-world-deform art. After a few weeks there was such composition in the size I suggested. It looked very impressive. Not too long someone bought it. CoDa said the money helped her drag the shop through another half year. She thanked me for that. We became friends.
From then on I paid visit to the shop once in a while. NZ is proud of her arts. Some tradition from Britain. But this shop was a sharp contrary to the fine old oil paintings art galleries. The art was creative, bio-descriptive and rich in details of a lonesome ontology. In the drawing there seldom is background. It seemed the entity lives in a white, invisible world, with only its being reflected. Living seems to be an adequate ornament.
Later, she talked about selling tees with her art on. That would be something like the ape or monkey. I agreed with her sales strategy. When she had prepared some tees, she wanted to find a model to dress them on. But no one would do that except herself.
I gave some opinions. One was to place a drawing of hers together with a photo of a well-known landmark, trying to digest the oddness of the x-world-deform art. After a few weeks there was such composition in the size I suggested. It looked very impressive. Not too long someone bought it. CoDa said the money helped her drag the shop through another half year. She thanked me for that. We became friends.
From then on I paid visit to the shop once in a while. NZ is proud of her arts. Some tradition from Britain. But this shop was a sharp contrary to the fine old oil paintings art galleries. The art was creative, bio-descriptive and rich in details of a lonesome ontology. In the drawing there seldom is background. It seemed the entity lives in a white, invisible world, with only its being reflected. Living seems to be an adequate ornament.
Later, she talked about selling tees with her art on. That would be something like the ape or monkey. I agreed with her sales strategy. When she had prepared some tees, she wanted to find a model to dress them on. But no one would do that except herself.
2008年9月19日 星期五
expressionistic tissues in drawing, unnatural adjuncts
I felt sorry for the boy, but then got it over. Without me, he can still have others to talk to. I was just a passer-by who happened to have a little problem of talking slightly more than average, which leading to a big security issue.
Earthquake happened. I thought about Tane’s inner spirit losing control. I saw his emails and managed to reply just a few. I no longer answered his calls. Then he mentioned in his email that he knew about that -- the security issue. His mother hated this subjection and all suspicions. She once said she couldn’t breathe. Tane said he wants to grow up soon to be independent. He won’t care for the family bondage anymore.
“Just don’t think I quit for no reason. Best wishes.” I replied in my last email.
X X X X X
There was a shop which I liked to go. It was special. To some people, it was a shop with no selling point, or point-of-sale. On the walls there were small to medium size drawings, some only on a white or yellowish scrap of paper. No frame.
It was the content of the drawings that attracted me. They were like tissues, organs. Decorative. Expressionistic. With unnatural adjuncts like extra mouths and teeth, over-grown tissue; no bone, just flesh. Consider them once growing in this world as independent life forms and now joined into a bigger living organism.
Earthquake happened. I thought about Tane’s inner spirit losing control. I saw his emails and managed to reply just a few. I no longer answered his calls. Then he mentioned in his email that he knew about that -- the security issue. His mother hated this subjection and all suspicions. She once said she couldn’t breathe. Tane said he wants to grow up soon to be independent. He won’t care for the family bondage anymore.
“Just don’t think I quit for no reason. Best wishes.” I replied in my last email.
X X X X X
There was a shop which I liked to go. It was special. To some people, it was a shop with no selling point, or point-of-sale. On the walls there were small to medium size drawings, some only on a white or yellowish scrap of paper. No frame.
It was the content of the drawings that attracted me. They were like tissues, organs. Decorative. Expressionistic. With unnatural adjuncts like extra mouths and teeth, over-grown tissue; no bone, just flesh. Consider them once growing in this world as independent life forms and now joined into a bigger living organism.
2008年9月18日 星期四
intelligence design
A lawyer Mark called me, saying he represented Tane’s father. He asked for an appointment with me, which I did. I knew from Tane that his father was a scholar of intelligence design, whatever it means.
The time was before noon. Mark was a white man with good pronunciation. He said Tane’s father had heard, observed and known enough about me.
‘I heard about you, Gt.’ Mark said.
‘From Tane?’
‘Not only from him.’ He smiled slightly.
‘Oh.’ I said. ‘From the web?’
‘I was told about some security concern, and would like to share with you.’
‘Is it classified?’ I made a joke.
‘Yes.’ He took a firm look at me, ‘owing to the close relation of you two, his father encountered some inconvenience.’
‘Such as?’
‘Interrogation. Would that be enough?’
‘About what, the interrogation?’
‘Something about his work, not entirely for this country, from elsewhere. They don’t want you to get close to them.’
I was surprised. I nodded, ‘I see. I never knew... okay, I know what to do.’
‘Like what?’ Mark followed with inquiry.
‘Do not talk to Tane or get close to his family any more.’ I said.
‘You can do that?’
‘I can, sure.’
‘The boy wants to talk to you.’
I looked at him, ‘Then it’s your client’s problem. Not mine.’
Mark seemed contented. ‘Thanks. I have to go. Please stay for the lunch, it would be on my bill.’
‘No, thanks.’
The time was before noon. Mark was a white man with good pronunciation. He said Tane’s father had heard, observed and known enough about me.
‘I heard about you, Gt.’ Mark said.
‘From Tane?’
‘Not only from him.’ He smiled slightly.
‘Oh.’ I said. ‘From the web?’
‘I was told about some security concern, and would like to share with you.’
‘Is it classified?’ I made a joke.
‘Yes.’ He took a firm look at me, ‘owing to the close relation of you two, his father encountered some inconvenience.’
‘Such as?’
‘Interrogation. Would that be enough?’
‘About what, the interrogation?’
‘Something about his work, not entirely for this country, from elsewhere. They don’t want you to get close to them.’
I was surprised. I nodded, ‘I see. I never knew... okay, I know what to do.’
‘Like what?’ Mark followed with inquiry.
‘Do not talk to Tane or get close to his family any more.’ I said.
‘You can do that?’
‘I can, sure.’
‘The boy wants to talk to you.’
I looked at him, ‘Then it’s your client’s problem. Not mine.’
Mark seemed contented. ‘Thanks. I have to go. Please stay for the lunch, it would be on my bill.’
‘No, thanks.’
2008年9月17日 星期三
Cancer man can be forever nostalgic
‘Well, it’s about Cancer. Its patron is Diana, Goddess of the Moon. That’s why it’s the mother. With mama at the side, kiwi man is normal, peaceful. But then if she’s not around...’
‘What?’ Tane asked eagerly.
‘They would go seeking, for something greater than the maternal. Maybe the moon, which can never be tangible. It can only be around, not as human.’
Tane held his breath. He can feel the melancholy, so heavy that he was forced to face the abstract burden. I knew it was the Cancer’s ingenuity to feel passionate for these intangibleness. He can even sense the words that I bear in mind and wouldn’t want to say it out, particularly to this boy.
‘And...?’
I held my silence.
‘Please.’
I finally said it, ‘They’ll be... forever nostalgic.’
There was silence. Finally he said, ‘I know. That’s why it’s the Papa.’
After I left, Tane’s words still lingered in my mind.
Parent. Singular form. For those children who never miss their parents, they probably do not know what this means. A boy without mother, in depth it would be missing his anima, the female soul for a male. Hard to grow up as a man intact. Don’t blame the kiwi man as home-borne; Cancer man couldn’t be happier than staying at home.
Or else they would seldom be at home. A wanderer. And that’s where the romantic comes from.
‘What?’ Tane asked eagerly.
‘They would go seeking, for something greater than the maternal. Maybe the moon, which can never be tangible. It can only be around, not as human.’
Tane held his breath. He can feel the melancholy, so heavy that he was forced to face the abstract burden. I knew it was the Cancer’s ingenuity to feel passionate for these intangibleness. He can even sense the words that I bear in mind and wouldn’t want to say it out, particularly to this boy.
‘And...?’
I held my silence.
‘Please.’
I finally said it, ‘They’ll be... forever nostalgic.’
There was silence. Finally he said, ‘I know. That’s why it’s the Papa.’
After I left, Tane’s words still lingered in my mind.
Parent. Singular form. For those children who never miss their parents, they probably do not know what this means. A boy without mother, in depth it would be missing his anima, the female soul for a male. Hard to grow up as a man intact. Don’t blame the kiwi man as home-borne; Cancer man couldn’t be happier than staying at home.
Or else they would seldom be at home. A wanderer. And that’s where the romantic comes from.
2008年9月14日 星期日
聽丹, listen to the red
‘What about the second word?’
‘丹, red.’
His eyes grew wide open, ‘You mean like red earth, the sacred red earth of Maōri ?’
‘If you take it that way, yes.’
‘Listen to the red.’ Tane looked at the green name on his shirt, ‘It’s neat, it’s here...’ Suddenly everything seemed meaningful. The things at their reasonable places. He had something to say but yet didn’t know how to say it.
‘Sufficient cause. As is.’ Then I pronounced the name in a slow tone, ‘Tan...丹.’
It seems the name weighed him confidence. ‘Teach me how to write it well.’
‘My pleasure...’ It was.
I asked him why he liked calligraphy. To my surprise but then not, it came from his mother, Elizabeth. She had noble origin, and well versed in with literature and fine arts. She used to do embroidery while occasionally looking at the baby boy Tane. In their house there used to be antiques and paintings. Now there was only one or two pieces left.
‘You must have something to tell me, Gt. I know from your look.’ Tane said.
‘About what?’
‘Me.’
‘丹, red.’
His eyes grew wide open, ‘You mean like red earth, the sacred red earth of Maōri ?’
‘If you take it that way, yes.’
‘Listen to the red.’ Tane looked at the green name on his shirt, ‘It’s neat, it’s here...’ Suddenly everything seemed meaningful. The things at their reasonable places. He had something to say but yet didn’t know how to say it.
‘Sufficient cause. As is.’ Then I pronounced the name in a slow tone, ‘Tan...丹.’
It seems the name weighed him confidence. ‘Teach me how to write it well.’
‘My pleasure...’ It was.
I asked him why he liked calligraphy. To my surprise but then not, it came from his mother, Elizabeth. She had noble origin, and well versed in with literature and fine arts. She used to do embroidery while occasionally looking at the baby boy Tane. In their house there used to be antiques and paintings. Now there was only one or two pieces left.
‘You must have something to tell me, Gt. I know from your look.’ Tane said.
‘About what?’
‘Me.’
2008年9月12日 星期五
聽 - listen with ear and heart
‘That’s me. I am a Cancer in a Cancer country.’ Tane said.
I tried to rectify. ‘Even the other one is Pisces, it doesn’t mean there must be the most romantic...’
‘I know. The supreme romantics comes from Cancer and Pisces, but a Cancer and a Pisce do not necessarily make it.’ Tane smiled, ‘not any Cancer nor Pisces.’
I smiled and nodded, ‘Good. You understand.’
Later, to his request, I wrote down the Chinese form of his name: 聽丹。
He looked at the first world with suspicion, ‘It looks knotty. What does it mean? It couldn’t possibly be the same meaning.’
‘You see, that’s the ear, the upper left, and it’s the heart down there at the lower right.’
Tane seemed getting something. ‘You add the heart to the ear? That’s...clever.’
‘Yeah, in Chinese, clever is 聰明, meaning good at hearing and seeing. So, you’ve got the ear with the first word 聽. And not only the hearing instinct, you listen with your heart.’
Tane remained silent for a while. I knew he was trying to remember and think about all these. What a great kid.
I tried to rectify. ‘Even the other one is Pisces, it doesn’t mean there must be the most romantic...’
‘I know. The supreme romantics comes from Cancer and Pisces, but a Cancer and a Pisce do not necessarily make it.’ Tane smiled, ‘not any Cancer nor Pisces.’
I smiled and nodded, ‘Good. You understand.’
Later, to his request, I wrote down the Chinese form of his name: 聽丹。
He looked at the first world with suspicion, ‘It looks knotty. What does it mean? It couldn’t possibly be the same meaning.’
‘You see, that’s the ear, the upper left, and it’s the heart down there at the lower right.’
Tane seemed getting something. ‘You add the heart to the ear? That’s...clever.’
‘Yeah, in Chinese, clever is 聰明, meaning good at hearing and seeing. So, you’ve got the ear with the first word 聽. And not only the hearing instinct, you listen with your heart.’
Tane remained silent for a while. I knew he was trying to remember and think about all these. What a great kid.
2008年9月10日 星期三
the most romantic thing is the rendezvous of a Cancer and a Pisces
‘I guess you’ve learned a lot from your papa.’
‘Te papa.’ Tane seemed enlightened.
I learned from his expression that he understood parenthood can reside on just a name, Papa. Yeah, by Papa it means mother here.
What have I taught this kid? To be a wanderer? No. Kiwi males by nature are mild. They wouldn’t want to fight for business success. The best they can fight is rugby, and before that comes haka. It reminds me of the Hakka people along the southeastern sea shore of Fujian province of the China mainland. Maybe they belongs to one of the descendants of the Pacific people. And not to forget the natives in Taiwan. I heard one of my Taiwanese friend says the beautiful people on mount Ali-San in Formosa belongs to the Pacific people.
And according to horoscope, the most romantic thing ever can happen in this corporeal world is the rendezvous of a Cancer and a Pisces.
‘Te papa.’ Tane seemed enlightened.
I learned from his expression that he understood parenthood can reside on just a name, Papa. Yeah, by Papa it means mother here.
What have I taught this kid? To be a wanderer? No. Kiwi males by nature are mild. They wouldn’t want to fight for business success. The best they can fight is rugby, and before that comes haka. It reminds me of the Hakka people along the southeastern sea shore of Fujian province of the China mainland. Maybe they belongs to one of the descendants of the Pacific people. And not to forget the natives in Taiwan. I heard one of my Taiwanese friend says the beautiful people on mount Ali-San in Formosa belongs to the Pacific people.
And according to horoscope, the most romantic thing ever can happen in this corporeal world is the rendezvous of a Cancer and a Pisces.
2008年9月8日 星期一
The Pacific people are the sons and daughters of the wind
Tane listened with attention, a feature of adoration for the mother. I knew I needed to go on.
‘Soviet is Capricorn, so the Tropic of Cancer is near him. New Zealand should be Cancer, so the Tropic of Capricorn is here. There’s more. The Pacific people are probably the sons and daughters of the wind. They drift from islands to islands, never touching a continent. They don’t need to. They settle in the Pacific Ocean. Born wanderers. But that doesn’t mean they don’t value tradition and family. When they settle down, they have rigid customs and rites. Ambivalence.’
Tane was like a kid hearing bed time stories.
‘Cancer belongs to the wind. Well, some says water. I don’t think the water metaphor is neat. I’ll say it’s the wind.’
‘Yeah.’ Tane nodded, smiling.
‘And modern New Zealand was discovered by the English people. Britain is Taurus.’
‘They are?’
‘You know what nature does Britain belong to ?’
‘What is it?’
‘Earth. The concrete earth. They have long and rigid traditions.’
‘I see.’ Tane nodded, ‘they are.’
‘Soviet is Capricorn, so the Tropic of Cancer is near him. New Zealand should be Cancer, so the Tropic of Capricorn is here. There’s more. The Pacific people are probably the sons and daughters of the wind. They drift from islands to islands, never touching a continent. They don’t need to. They settle in the Pacific Ocean. Born wanderers. But that doesn’t mean they don’t value tradition and family. When they settle down, they have rigid customs and rites. Ambivalence.’
Tane was like a kid hearing bed time stories.
‘Cancer belongs to the wind. Well, some says water. I don’t think the water metaphor is neat. I’ll say it’s the wind.’
‘Yeah.’ Tane nodded, smiling.
‘And modern New Zealand was discovered by the English people. Britain is Taurus.’
‘They are?’
‘You know what nature does Britain belong to ?’
‘What is it?’
‘Earth. The concrete earth. They have long and rigid traditions.’
‘I see.’ Tane nodded, ‘they are.’
2008年9月6日 星期六
New Zealand is Cancer, linked with Taurus, Britain ?
From then on, we used to talk on the road, via cell phone and chat room. Gradually I knew more of him. His mother was a English woman, left some money for Tane before going back to Britain a few years ago. His father was a Maōri, a scholar, taking care of Tane.
From my life here, the people I met, including Tane, I was feeling New Zealand. Some people says a country can have horoscope of her own. NZ is...
Cancer, linked with Taurus.
‘You’re wrong. The Tropic of Cancer is on the northern hemisphere.’ Tane said.
‘I know, the Tropic of Capricorn is in the south.’ I tried to explain, ‘but don’t you know that things in the hemispheres reverse from each other? The water, the sunlit direction. You see, Capricorn and Caner are an interesting pair. The former represents the father, the latter the mother. People wouldn’t place father together with father, or mother with mother. So, where the Tropic of Capricorn is, the mother is with him. Where the Tropic of Cancer is, the father is with her.’
From my life here, the people I met, including Tane, I was feeling New Zealand. Some people says a country can have horoscope of her own. NZ is...
Cancer, linked with Taurus.
‘You’re wrong. The Tropic of Cancer is on the northern hemisphere.’ Tane said.
‘I know, the Tropic of Capricorn is in the south.’ I tried to explain, ‘but don’t you know that things in the hemispheres reverse from each other? The water, the sunlit direction. You see, Capricorn and Caner are an interesting pair. The former represents the father, the latter the mother. People wouldn’t place father together with father, or mother with mother. So, where the Tropic of Capricorn is, the mother is with him. Where the Tropic of Cancer is, the father is with her.’
2008年9月5日 星期五
Tanemahuta, who parted heaven and sky, and breathed life into woman
‘What is it?’
‘The tree.’ The way he spoke it made me aware of our common perception of the sacred liveliness and vigour of Tanemahuta, the God of the forest, who once shoulders the earth and trample on the sky as a tree to make way for this world; the creation.
‘Tanemahuta.’
Tane smiled. The joy filled him. The little pride was not a problem.
‘Yes, the growth of forests. It’s green here.’ I couldn’t help but look at the shades of green of the embroidery on his shirt.
Tane seemed to sympathize with Tanemahuta. It is a flattery for him. He seemed happy. Didn’t at least someone tell him this convenient compliment, his parents at least?
I went on, ‘Tanemahuta breathes life into the first human female.’
‘I know.’ He spoke again, ‘but I’m not going to tell you her name.’
I smiled, ‘Maybe I know.’
‘That’s what you can get from the websites. I’ve got a better name.’
‘Better name? Why won’t you tell me?’
He smiled, contented with keeping the name secret to himself.
‘The tree.’ The way he spoke it made me aware of our common perception of the sacred liveliness and vigour of Tanemahuta, the God of the forest, who once shoulders the earth and trample on the sky as a tree to make way for this world; the creation.
‘Tanemahuta.’
Tane smiled. The joy filled him. The little pride was not a problem.
‘Yes, the growth of forests. It’s green here.’ I couldn’t help but look at the shades of green of the embroidery on his shirt.
Tane seemed to sympathize with Tanemahuta. It is a flattery for him. He seemed happy. Didn’t at least someone tell him this convenient compliment, his parents at least?
I went on, ‘Tanemahuta breathes life into the first human female.’
‘I know.’ He spoke again, ‘but I’m not going to tell you her name.’
I smiled, ‘Maybe I know.’
‘That’s what you can get from the websites. I’ve got a better name.’
‘Better name? Why won’t you tell me?’
He smiled, contented with keeping the name secret to himself.
2008年9月4日 星期四
Neo Zelos, where zelos means the zeal
I wondered how much can a boy know about inner strength. I pointed at the name ‘Tane’ on his white shirt, ‘That’s beautiful. Who did it, your mother?’
Tane shook his head. At that moment sadness was a thread of his inner spirit, if not all. He seemed looking for escape by walking faster. But he got used to avoiding the topic by just a minute of leave. A few steps and he slowed down, waiting for me. He asked, ‘How is your life here, the book Neo Zelos.’
I hurried forth and replied, ‘My new life here. Zelos means the zeal. From abstract to real. From home country to new location. My life is just like that.’
‘Is it hard to read?’ He showed interest.
‘Not too hard. I can’t write difficult things.’
‘Are you a Chinese?’ He asked.
‘I am. Do you like Chinese people?’
‘Why did you say so?’
‘Well, Chinese is not well liked here, in particular.’
‘I seldom meet Chinese. I love their calligraphy.’
‘Calligraphy? Can you do it then?’ I was curious.
‘No, except one.’ He paused his pace.
Tane shook his head. At that moment sadness was a thread of his inner spirit, if not all. He seemed looking for escape by walking faster. But he got used to avoiding the topic by just a minute of leave. A few steps and he slowed down, waiting for me. He asked, ‘How is your life here, the book Neo Zelos.’
I hurried forth and replied, ‘My new life here. Zelos means the zeal. From abstract to real. From home country to new location. My life is just like that.’
‘Is it hard to read?’ He showed interest.
‘Not too hard. I can’t write difficult things.’
‘Are you a Chinese?’ He asked.
‘I am. Do you like Chinese people?’
‘Why did you say so?’
‘Well, Chinese is not well liked here, in particular.’
‘I seldom meet Chinese. I love their calligraphy.’
‘Calligraphy? Can you do it then?’ I was curious.
‘No, except one.’ He paused his pace.
2008年9月2日 星期二
Tane had got spirit like Ruaumoko, god of volcano
‘I heard that you talk with us in some chat room.’ Tane said.
‘Yes, about the little book I brought.’
‘Neo Zelos, What is it about?’
‘My life here a few years ago.’
‘You’re a kiwi?’ Tane asked.
‘Not really. I just studied here.’
‘Have your finished your study?’
‘Not yet.’ I smiled, ‘I do research. It takes time.’
‘You’re a Ph.D...’
‘Not yet, a candidate only.’
‘What kind of research do you do?’
‘Short-term chaos in the network.’ I asked, ‘Do you know what it is?’
‘Chaos, short ones. I know the word. Disorder.’
I nodded, ‘Yes. Just like earthquake.’
‘Ruaumoko.’ He was proud to say the word.
‘The God of earthquake and volcano eruption.’
‘We have the spirit within us, just like an volcano.’
‘Yes, about the little book I brought.’
‘Neo Zelos, What is it about?’
‘My life here a few years ago.’
‘You’re a kiwi?’ Tane asked.
‘Not really. I just studied here.’
‘Have your finished your study?’
‘Not yet.’ I smiled, ‘I do research. It takes time.’
‘You’re a Ph.D...’
‘Not yet, a candidate only.’
‘What kind of research do you do?’
‘Short-term chaos in the network.’ I asked, ‘Do you know what it is?’
‘Chaos, short ones. I know the word. Disorder.’
I nodded, ‘Yes. Just like earthquake.’
‘Ruaumoko.’ He was proud to say the word.
‘The God of earthquake and volcano eruption.’
‘We have the spirit within us, just like an volcano.’
2008年9月1日 星期一
Tane, the tree and creation
The next day I still needed to go to the same place at the same time, when the students were leaving school. I met Tane again. It took three or more glances for him to notice me as someone walked past him yesterday, some twenty-four hours ago.
I had looked it up; the name Tane had something related to the tree and creation myth. His looks were strong and special, for a boy with an age of around thirteen or fourteen. The eyes are beautiful.
I got verified of the little pride criterion from him. If pride be gratified or fed, I could contribute to that. I smiled and nodded cordially. Tane seemed to return greeting, and watched my back after I walked on.
It took another chance acquaintance to let him say hi, I guessed.
Yes, on the third day.
‘Hello. Are you the man who delivers the books to us?’ Tane asked.
I nodded. ‘Yeah, I am. You’re...Tane. Is it a common name?’
‘Yes, in some places.’
‘Where?’
‘Near Queenstown.’
‘Nice place.’ I said. ‘Your accent is not felt.’
‘My parents studied in Europe.’
‘Eh, that’s why.’
I had looked it up; the name Tane had something related to the tree and creation myth. His looks were strong and special, for a boy with an age of around thirteen or fourteen. The eyes are beautiful.
I got verified of the little pride criterion from him. If pride be gratified or fed, I could contribute to that. I smiled and nodded cordially. Tane seemed to return greeting, and watched my back after I walked on.
It took another chance acquaintance to let him say hi, I guessed.
Yes, on the third day.
‘Hello. Are you the man who delivers the books to us?’ Tane asked.
I nodded. ‘Yeah, I am. You’re...Tane. Is it a common name?’
‘Yes, in some places.’
‘Where?’
‘Near Queenstown.’
‘Nice place.’ I said. ‘Your accent is not felt.’
‘My parents studied in Europe.’
‘Eh, that’s why.’
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