<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471</id><updated>2009-10-13T00:42:03.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Red</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about my experience of being an alien living my life in New York City which has become home of my spirit and soul. I have felt excited, lost and challenged. I have felt unsure, confident and new. This is my record of those moments. I hope it connects us in some small and delicate way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-5746104013273805426</id><published>2009-03-10T23:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T03:53:21.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai Ya,,,,</title><summary type='text'> Little green dude is actually not in storage right now, since I like to squeeze it (so that it gives out that sound of Gee), when I am on the road past year, wandering here and there. No it is not in my purse.  I am just built this way, as, you have been built in your way. Can trust be earned back? Sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/5746104013273805426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=5746104013273805426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/5746104013273805426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/5746104013273805426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-do.html' title='Ai Ya,,,,'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/SbdT59svqkI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZTzCySLsS40/s72-c/DSC07242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-6268846805772450814</id><published>2008-10-09T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:26:10.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Update</title><summary type='text'>So you will count my steps and do not track my sin. I don't know why this verse comes to mind at this moment.The ocean is quiet, dark but intends only well. Somehow the wine tasted salty.That man are in the mood to think of dust to dust, and people who have written about that remains beautiful to a fault.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/6268846805772450814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=6268846805772450814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/6268846805772450814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/6268846805772450814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/10/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-3760897182364886159</id><published>2008-03-10T23:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:28:35.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs Of the Heart</title><summary type='text'>No dress with flower patternsThis is not Indochina, a world obsoleteMy skin, is the color of flameBurningTo the Winter sunlightWindows of neighbor so distant,a world separated, there are no faces behindOr I maybe be blindMan travels the world eating food, andfalls in love unintendedTwo years to the dayThe color red is fresh as blood from the new wound of paper cutThe book with the Note on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/3760897182364886159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=3760897182364886159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/3760897182364886159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/3760897182364886159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/03/souveniors-of-heart.html' title='Souvenirs Of the Heart'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-8395037352099288075</id><published>2008-02-24T01:20:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:11.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Many Splendid Thing</title><summary type='text'>I should be packing, or cleaning my apartment, instead, I read without breathing "50 years on the frontline of history-Magnum", and jumped on the internet to search for photos that were taken 50 years ago. That deserves a whole other entry, my passion of black and white photography, or Capa, or Paris, or all of the above.Point is, I find happiness in things I want to do. Not things I should be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/8395037352099288075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=8395037352099288075' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8395037352099288075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8395037352099288075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/01/many-splendid-thing.html' title='A Many Splendid Thing'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/R7E0KhjLfbI/AAAAAAAAASg/DuAy4yHahSM/s72-c/DSC07131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-2387214122565793120</id><published>2008-02-23T11:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:00:35.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have done lately</title><summary type='text'>quit the job, but nice enough to give 2 months noticenever more proud of myselfset the end date of my lease of red studio, where I had the best time of my lifenot started packing yet for travel or storagearuged with friends about Obamaalmost started panicing about living out of suitcaseswanted to get away since D left the city last year, but work or sense of responsibility stranded meJust </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/2387214122565793120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=2387214122565793120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/2387214122565793120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/2387214122565793120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-have-done-lately.html' title='What I have done lately'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-115592765779926042</id><published>2008-02-14T14:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:00:57.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Transformation</title><summary type='text'>That is the year when they fell into devastating love, if only the frenzy comes from secrecy and suppressed passion is the constituent of love.They were holding hands up until the rail of the subway station, which she is to take for home. She let go of his hand, looking at him with a smile that is almost untraceable, her on top of the steps leading underground, him on the other side of the rail, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/115592765779926042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=115592765779926042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/115592765779926042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/115592765779926042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2006/08/peaceful-evolution.html' title='Peaceful Transformation'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-3507205389052036276</id><published>2008-02-08T01:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:11.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year to All and Happy Birthday to You</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Feb, 7, 2008, is Chinese New Year's day.And today, Feb 8, is a speicial birthday as well, not mine.8 is a good number in Chinese culture. Olympic will start on 080808, so the best of the best, full of prosperity.02082008, that is a very elegant number, and a good one. It will be a good year for people who are born in this day.This year is the year of earthy Rat, energetic, on the move,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/3507205389052036276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=3507205389052036276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/3507205389052036276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/3507205389052036276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-new-year-and-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy New Year to All and Happy Birthday to You'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/R6zVIsC6pdI/AAAAAAAAASY/RWPrUc2AQDQ/s72-c/rat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-4645897116906384851</id><published>2008-02-06T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:56:18.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><summary type='text'>If I am an American Citizen, I would be voting for Obama.If I am in China, I would be getting ready for fireworks and to welcome a New Year, saying goodbye to my year of the red with tenderness.If I am with you, I would be simply smiling.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/4645897116906384851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=4645897116906384851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/4645897116906384851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/4645897116906384851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/02/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-2674374068536003726</id><published>2008-01-31T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:12.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To See the World, in Red</title><summary type='text'>This past year, I have changed a job and went to Denmark, and become a better human being, become myself. This city got empty, and achingly beautiful.And I will be missing it, soon. I just know.  I have been born to see and feel the world in faraway places, who would have thought.That day trip to Louisanna Center of Contemporary Art, on the sea shore, north of Copenhagen, remains crisp and clear,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/2674374068536003726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=2674374068536003726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/2674374068536003726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/2674374068536003726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/11/frozen-red-louisana-dk.html' title='To See the World, in Red'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/R023ExtZarI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UevjcA8ZFkk/s72-c/VivSculpture_11%5B1%5D.10.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-6895148198479548316</id><published>2008-01-21T00:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:27:40.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness in the Name of Fun--Looking back</title><summary type='text'>His bedroom is having a wall painted in yellow. So are the sheets of the bed, so are the pillow covers. So are the color of my skin. My hair is the reddish dark. His hand, darker skined, rest on my arm.Ceiling fan is slowly turning, creating breezes that touches my naked back. I was lying among the yellow sheet, thinking, this is a stranger's hourse, but it is lovely.Red curtain hang low, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/6895148198479548316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=6895148198479548316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/6895148198479548316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/6895148198479548316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothingness-in-name-of-fun-looking-back.html' title='Nothingness in the Name of Fun--Looking back'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-5450215488449854336</id><published>2008-01-18T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:10:27.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Writting</title><summary type='text'>don't love meI know you want mebut you have to love meI don't careBut your desire of me is nothingYou have no ideahow much they want mehow much I want you stillfrom delicate to roughfrom eyes to revealed desirefrom being to beingI love you morewhen they love mefor that is the only timewhen I can and I know I canlove anyoneyou can't love anyoneas I have loved youas you have loved meas much as we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/5450215488449854336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=5450215488449854336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/5450215488449854336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/5450215488449854336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2008/01/drunk-writting.html' title='Drunk Writting'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-1067015930614996832</id><published>2007-12-10T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:12.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red In Love, Foodily</title><summary type='text'>I fell in love, last weekend. He was a chief, but now a writer, and travels a lot. He writes about food, so to some extent, he is not doing anything that we call serious work. We have so much in common, that I believe we are born to be soul mate, or bite buddies.Good food leads to good sex, the common belief we share. And I like people, but especially man, who truly appreiciate the food they eat.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/1067015930614996832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=1067015930614996832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/1067015930614996832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/1067015930614996832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-in-love.html' title='Red In Love, Foodily'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/R2DRyld0EtI/AAAAAAAAARg/IG9sf8XiHME/s72-c/red+guard+2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-4729806937675376028</id><published>2007-11-27T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:20:27.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lou Ta You--Love Story 1980</title><summary type='text'>Once you told me, you will love me forever; I understand what love is, my irl, but what is forever? Things that you said is just your courage; But don't cry, my girl; We are still togetherand no beautiful execuse is needed when time comes to part</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/4729806937675376028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=4729806937675376028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/4729806937675376028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/4729806937675376028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/11/lou-ta-you-love-story-1980.html' title='Lou Ta You--Love Story 1980'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-8587061914160886167</id><published>2007-11-22T17:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:11:38.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things worth thanking for--CAETANO VELOSO 2007, Luo Ta You, Bob Dylan</title><summary type='text'>Saw Caetano's performance in Nokia Theater  2 days ago. His song in Talk to Her, a film I watched years ago, signifies a start of significant phase in my life. So his voice, is always special to me. He sang that song tonight, and said, when people say "I hate you" tenderly, it sometimes means the deepest way to say I love you. That kind of passion I knew. There are two other song writers, Lou Ta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/8587061914160886167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=8587061914160886167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8587061914160886167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8587061914160886167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-worth-thanking-for-caetano.html' title='Things worth thanking for--CAETANO VELOSO 2007, Luo Ta You, Bob Dylan'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-103254380727044912</id><published>2007-11-18T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:13.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounters with Mastery Story Tellers</title><summary type='text'>My grandfather died long before I was born. He starved to death during the early 60s leap foward time in China, one out of millions of victim of man-made disaster, mostly peasants.He could have told me lot of stories if he lived longer, for although he was illiterate, he was the story keeper of the village. He was the one who keep the village people entertained at night, after a day's of hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/103254380727044912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=103254380727044912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/103254380727044912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/103254380727044912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/11/encounters-with-mastery-story-tellers.html' title='Encounters with Mastery Story Tellers'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/Rz_tQhtZanI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4h5_nVSIXg4/s72-c/DSC06818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-1503923268884840293</id><published>2007-09-03T00:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:38:52.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawn with Lines</title><summary type='text'>i wish I could draw. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/1503923268884840293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=1503923268884840293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/1503923268884840293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/1503923268884840293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/09/drawn-with-lines.html' title='Drawn with Lines'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-6361862944295920038</id><published>2007-08-12T23:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:13.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Laugh</title><summary type='text'>In a thank-you card that Robin sent me, for my birthday gift to her, a colorful bracelet, only her type can pull off as wearing, she said: This friendship meant so much to me. You always make me laugh. That sentence fills my heart with tendenness and a little proud, like I am being minted, as a good comdian. Robin is leaving in a week to start her three-country journalist study for the next 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/6361862944295920038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=6361862944295920038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/6361862944295920038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/6361862944295920038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-make-me-laugh.html' title='You Make Me Laugh'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/Rr_pt7-O3HI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yTSQvolBg60/s72-c/old+people+laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-8414673461926906392</id><published>2007-08-11T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:13.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine Red</title><summary type='text'>The color of the above Kinomo, is what Japanese called: genuine red.  My last name means red, in Chinese, this is my year to wear lot of red. So there goes, my color.  Color of passion, of genuine, truly, non compromisingly, obssessively red. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/8414673461926906392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=8414673461926906392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8414673461926906392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8414673461926906392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/08/genuine-red.html' title='Genuine Red'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/Rr5i5L-O3GI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hMBrLyYi7N4/s72-c/red+008a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-8720056044859876379</id><published>2007-08-05T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:13.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Me In Berlin</title><summary type='text'>"I am in Europe right now, give me the URL of your blog again." This is a friend who lives in Beijing. Blogspot is still not accessible there sometime. I did not think of catching him on always have to ask for it again. "Where are you"? "Berlin. "Sometime, I think, blog makes my friends able to enjoy the company of my feelings or thoughts at time and mood that they most feel like, or when they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/8720056044859876379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=8720056044859876379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8720056044859876379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8720056044859876379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/08/read-me-in-berlin.html' title='Read Me In Berlin'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/RraLYL-O2_I/AAAAAAAAANE/LSoGhyknBxA/s72-c/DSC06593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-4743581260624596156</id><published>2007-07-28T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:13.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart,Liver, Soul</title><summary type='text'>She will still be beautiful when she gets older, the structure and the economy is there. I don't know you can use the word economy like that, but I get it. And it feels right. When a man can describe a woman's beauty like this, you know he gets it and you know he get some real beauty in front of him. But he then did even better, "She could show lots of heart, liver and soul in time." He is in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/4743581260624596156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=4743581260624596156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/4743581260624596156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/4743581260624596156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/07/heartliver-soul.html' title='Heart,Liver, Soul'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/Rqrn7r-O29I/AAAAAAAAAM0/vhulGcx4098/s72-c/DSC02337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-8656368728239533220</id><published>2007-07-11T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:14.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Sweet Life</title><summary type='text'>Am working on a Return On Investment Point of View deck right now for my client, 10:08PM, and watching (actually listening to) COPA live on a Spanish TV channel, on Sopcast.I can hardly tell the Argentinian from Mexican, it is that blurry.But at least, the suspesne won't kill me now.I took some days off last week, I can not complain.And when you are this busy, you are less prune for feeling sad. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/8656368728239533220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=8656368728239533220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8656368728239533220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/8656368728239533220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-sweet-life.html' title='Life, Sweet Life'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/RpW_UF1s9uI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QvIHnNYBRHs/s72-c/straight.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-7566369476208448426</id><published>2007-07-02T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:14.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratty Bliss and Others</title><summary type='text'>Ratatouille first came to me as one of the advertising campaigns that we need to report on, in my new job. I told myself I better watch this film for all the hair pulling the team has done to get the number out. Then I watched the trailer for 20 seconds, the scene on the river bank, when the boy and little rat was staring at each other through a glass jar: "I can not cook, can I? The little rat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/7566369476208448426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=7566369476208448426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/7566369476208448426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/7566369476208448426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/07/ratty-bliss-and-others.html' title='Ratty Bliss and Others'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/RosCYakJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JVY3l-70JQg/s72-c/ratatouilee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-7446239530154026816</id><published>2007-06-26T15:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:51:36.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MANU CHAO - Bienvenida A Tijuana (LIVE)</title><summary type='text'>I love this band, I gave my heart to Manu Chao, after seeing their live perfromance this past weekend. If you are in proximity of tri-state area, run to Prospect Park NOW. They are back to Brooklyn today and tomorrow. That pain, energy and beauty of passion. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/7446239530154026816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=7446239530154026816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/7446239530154026816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/7446239530154026816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/06/manu-chao-bienvenida-tijuana-live.html' title='MANU CHAO - Bienvenida A Tijuana (LIVE)'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-3437297221461047135</id><published>2007-06-16T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:37:15.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Love This Game</title><summary type='text'>I was standing in front of a wall of Soccer gears, in the basement floor of Paragon, looking all confused. I need to pick out something called Shin Proectors. I need them. I know how it feels to be kicked on Shin, in the sense that we girls think the best way to punish a dick boyfriend is to kick right on his shin, hard, with pointy shoes. Overwhelmed with the choices in size, color and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/3437297221461047135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=3437297221461047135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/3437297221461047135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/3437297221461047135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-we-love-this-game.html' title='Why We Love This Game'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UmLH3EZfqA/RnSjkj_i5KI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hnSLwxCVCD4/s72-c/DSC06200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-1337728733072984887</id><published>2007-06-09T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:31:05.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day--06/09/07</title><summary type='text'>I will be walking the 20 miles, around this city, tonight, for the Out of Darkness event, that promote awarenss of depression and suicide prevention.Thanks for all the support from friends, I have suppassed the donation goal and is part of this worthy cause. You will be with me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/feeds/1337728733072984887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15341471&amp;postID=1337728733072984887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/1337728733072984887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15341471/posts/default/1337728733072984887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkred.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-day-060907.html' title='Today is the Day--06/09/07'/><author><name>NYE</name><email>vznewyorkred@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10028338709508945094'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>