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boundary; noun, [boun-duh-ree, -dree]

  1. a line that marks the limits of an area; a dividing line.
  2. a limit of a subject or sphere of activity.

happy lunar new year! i went to see “tales of our time” at the guggenheim. it took some elbow grease to get there (train to 86th, crossing central park, walking briskly through sharp winds), but it was a fine experience overall. the rotunda was closed due to construction, so tickets were discounted at half price. “tales of our time” is centered around the theme of place, largely through geography, political boundaries, and homelands. it was wonderful to see such a diverse and non-stereotyped range of contemporary chinese/taiwanese artists. “can’t help myself,” the giant robotic arm that scrapes and splatters blood-like liquid behind a glass cage, felt unsettling, if not a bit heavy-handed. “land of the throat” was disquieting and surreal—ironic, because in technicality, it was one of the more raw films in the exhibit, shot in china’s pearl river delta, devoid of filters and fancy editing. tsang king-wah’s “in the end is the word” (pictured below) was a breathtaking experience.

i’m heading back home next weekend for a brief concert—brief is the key word—then hurtling back into college life the following week. i now have all of my classes sorted, thank goodness, and a thick pile of readings to finish by monday. also, planning for summer. not that i know what i’m planning, but let’s not think about that for now. mostly i just want to get a humble little job and be able to pay for my own groceries, maybe start swimming again and smiling a bit more. we’ll see.