I was born and grew up in Beijing, China. Pictured is me drinking a Yanjing beer. It was good, and I was impressed. Although it seems like I was left unsupervised, whoever took that picture definitely knew what I was doing. I think it was my dad. Time has passed and a person changes; I am now significantly less enthusiastic about beer.
Apart from doing philosophy, I watch a lot of films. John Cassavetes remains my favorite filmmaker whose work makes my heart murmur and shiver the most. I also love reading fiction. I’ve been on a mission to finish Proust’s In Search of Lost Time so that I can get a closer glimpse of the curious, sophisticated and forever mysterious mind of filmmaker Chantal Akerman. She loved Proust and made a beautifully eerie film adapted from his The Captive. Before I finish the whole thing, I’m withholding my suspicion that Proust might be the John Mayer in his time.
Update on Proust I gave up on finishing the whole thing 2/3 way throug the fourth volume, Sodom and Gomorrah. Should have given up way eariler, one may say? Indeed I should. In that volume, Proust embarked on the journey of further portraying homosexuality. A man of his time I understand, I still find it difficult to read his discussions of the diversity in human sexuality through the lens of binary heteronormativity. Anyways, I’ll probably leave it to another life if I didn’t turn out to be a tree that could not read.