At last, I am done with the translation project on "A History of Chinese Architecture", possibly the most challenging of all projects I've worked on so far. The mere fact of completing this monster and the sense of achievement is sweet. ^.^ But I am presently totally "brain-drained" and enervated. I've been feeling the fatigue for a few days now, this delayed physical response is a bitch! I can't think; can't make up my mind on anything; can't muster enough of anything to do anything ~~~and now that fall is right on the doorstep and I'm feeling the chill creeping into our old house every night, all I want to do is curl up in warm, downy, fluffy blanket and drink warm "Yuzi honey" water. sigh.
A.n.y.h.o.w, I'm slowly bouncing back to life, and my brain slowing convalescing back to normal-mode. My Colorado trip was wonderful! It's like I've already been to Tibet without actually being in Tibet and going through all the political baloney. Other than that, I've been emotionally occupied by some completely unexpected and ridiculously girly nonsense -- I've been feeling mushy for a while now. Time to look ahead and pull myself together. (=.=)
Congratulations to Mo Yan on receiving the Nobel Literature Prize, though reading some of the online comments is an exasperating experience, as expected. This kind of honor/event taking place in China, unfortunately, has a greater chance of ruining the person entitled than if it were to take place elsewhere. There are two terms coming to mind: "棒殺" and "捧殺" -- "to kill with stick" versus "to kill with praise". It's a lot easier for the popular opinion pendulum to swing to extremes than coming to rest in the middle ground. When it comes to reason, to good sense (common sense), and to appropriateness, this land still has much to learn. OH, and maybe it's time to pick up one of his earlier (better?) books and give it a try?
Going to return to art projects and reading routines ~~~ winter is coming, my favorite season!
