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Gustatory Infatuation — Hungarian Style

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Oh, isn’t it just odd, how I recollect and adore and am infatuated with memories of various places.  But it’s only too natural and imaginable.

A significant part of my memory of lovely Hungary — lovely because of all the wonderful, courteous, warming friends I met — is Tokaji (Tokaj in Hungarian).  Actually, Read the rest of this entry

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回到水下呼吸,鳥不再是鳥

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(按超連結可連結至當時日記。)

2012年這場長期旅行出發之前,我就在想,回來之後是什麼樣子。所謂什麼樣子,只是一個視覺意象。(實務上 來說我清楚( Read the rest of this entry

Bye-Bye, 鞋子~

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2012年買了二雙球鞋,一雙穿了一陣子的留在台灣,另一雙全新的穿出國踏上這趟旅程。雖然上路時是一雙球鞋、一雙防水靴替換穿,球鞋還是磨得很快。

過了近二百天。鞋子畢竟不是鐵打的嘛。

舊鞋多半會跟著我跟太久。內裡早就被踏薄了,不過終於, Read the rest of this entry

變了。

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這是巴黎2012秋印象。

巴黎變了。巴黎當然會變。即使不像台灣如此樂變-曾經有篇英文報導指稱台灣人有「彷彿深怕不變」而強烈趨向偏好變化-,即使是曾經嚴拒麥當勞進駐香榭大道、曾經痛批巴黎新路燈與街景不搭的這國度,變化當然會是有的。

不過當我好不容易(把自己從客運公車超小的座位「拔」出來)在巴黎一個偏遠車站下車、準備去搭地鐵,我發現巴黎真的變了。法文嚴重退步的我在換了幾路的地鐵上,可以聽得懂的乘客對話竟然不減反增。

因為一路上是無窮盡的中國人和中東移民。

 岔開一下。要談變化,我想這只是極快速證明我是多麼個永不合時宜、 Read the rest of this entry

春。敬祝新年平安

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春節。將臨的是春天。

 

(The other day, when Vivaldi’s “Spring” recomposed by Max Richter was played, green sprouts ever more vividly right in front of the eyes, as if manipulated by some delicately powerful sorcery, and water so long absent that it seems fresh ran as if conjured by quiet magic — the most majestic kind, as usually is — ran on the face.  Somehow such nibble-foot music chirping burgeoning life beckons for me a sense of bereavement.)

再是新的一年,我想呈上的是春,一種嫩綠得要透亮的青綠,勃勃生氣如同無畏幼兒奔跑向無限的春, Read the rest of this entry

以歌唱之姿告別2012年

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這篇本來猶豫是否該寫,畢竟這個網誌主軸是本次grand tour,不過想來亦無不可,畢竟我擅長的少少幾件事中,帶著暱愛或愁悵往後看一直是其中之一。想來這是在當今世界生存的一大缺陷吧。

2012年,我們送走了許多位偉大的歌手。不依仙逝日期排序,包括了:

  • 鳳飛飛 Fong Fei-Fei
    (This vintage footage effortlessly shows how the beloved “Hat Diva” wins all hearts.)

耶誕快樂. Wesołych Świąt. Kellemes Karácsonyt

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Personally I don’t celebrate Christmas.  In Taiwan (at least in the big cities) “celebration” is everywhere — that is, with bursting commercialism, often with little taste.  I reckon it’s an occasion for Christians to celebrate a religiously unique day and to enjoy family reunion, hence not something for me.

But then I do have family members to whom Christmas has real, affectionate meanings.  Which is why Read the rest of this entry

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