Tuesday, July 31, 2018

To Butterfly


To Butterfly
Laijon Liu 20180731

symbol of beauty, image of dream
heart of becoming, miracle of change

wriggling out of your withered shell
to fill the blue sky and green meadow

waltz, tango, rumba and boogie solo
fluttering through this floating world

live to embrace the blossom spring
and carry away by the autumn wind








Saturday, July 14, 2018

Epic Dream


Epic Dream
Laijon Liu 20180714

I set myself up for heartbreak
I dreamed a dream that’s too big
I know the roses will be trampled
so I feed them my bitter tears

songs must be sung for my love
and love must be a daring epic
tell my heart to take wings, tell!
or shatter into a meteor rain

Note:
I enjoyed World Cup, like every previous one. the thing is there so much tension for fans of their countries are in to try somehow win 7 matches of no-second chance, and the rest other loser nations get to enjoy, expect two strong teams to clash tooth and nail, or mostly gloat, laugh at the big name stars and potential nations to sink :) Am I a bad person? heartless? incapable of compassion? No. I am just a child enjoy watching other people's slip and fall I guess, like the ABC Best and Funniest American Video, especially the big time slip and fall, how top talents choke under pressure. there are two best things really turn on my evil side: power house nation get beat by a little guy, 90 or 120 minutes worth every minute, both side players are lost in anguish desperation and other side in jubilant and disbelief; and those glimpses of shots of fans faces, the emotion and expression, no, not the crazy hysteric winning side, but the losing side, the fans faces are the best, how they react to missing shots, relief of live for another day and proceed to the next death match, fuming watching their national team pinning down and boxing in that they somehow could not sit there and wanting to get out of packed stadium to breathe... but they are paralyzed there, unable to move or do anything. it's very cruel. I can't understand how parents bring their kids there, there are just too much for children to endure the tragedy. And,

there is another phenomenon. A nation and her fans wants to win the World Cup so much that it happened long ago that burned onto their memory of national identity, no matter how many times and every time their hearts break yet they keep telling themselves to each other that they will accomplish in the pubs, crowding and singing topless in the squares, and their kind of deep love somehow move the on-lookers like me to also want to see a happy ending, because it's logical for a happy end, it's human natural wish all good dreams come true, love comes home, that years of tears and longing must turn into joyous, hope must be materialized, that single-minded effort, that stupid boyish dream, that deep-deep love kind of should not be ridiculed. It's like a lad standing on street corner and singing toward the balcony every night that whole neighborhood wish the young woman to come out and say "Yes" so all of us will have a good night sleep. Pretty inspiring.







Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Authentic Chinese Food in Flushing NY

Authentic Chinese Food in Flushing NY

My recently moved away friends are Sichuan raised, two brothers who can cook, make great dish. I don't remember how many times I told them to set up a small restaurant, or ask them to invite Anthony Bourdain to our weekend dinner table, we drink beer, I prefer Dark, so Guinness is the only thing I know and can afford, on a good summer day, popping a bottle of Guinness at my friend's dinner table is such blissful moment, a few plates of dish proves almost everyone from Sichuan could be a great chef.

it's chemical change. the thing about a great chef is he learns the herbs, spice, not only by his sense but by his mental picture. he just grabs a wee bit of spice and smell it, he then be able to construct certain flavor, fragrance and various tastes that combines with other elements under a period of heating process. that takes years of experience, a tradition culture learned from youth, and talents too I guess. like Sichuan, a chef works over 20 different spice, they are like painters.

most of good Chinese restaurants are gone in Chinatown, high rent increase that good small Cantonese are gone, only the big ones are standing, yet, they cave to American tastes, dump sugar in every dish, 1st, dumping sugar in a dish is Cheating. to a good food critic, sugar is just like drug. 2nd, expensive, bottom feeders like me would not even dare to step into the red golden restaurants, 3rd, the dish may not really be that good, truthfully speaking. and small family restaurants have their regional spice, let's say they may from Xian, Henan... when they grow fast, their food tend to water down in quality and quantity, so more or more like a fan fair, a trend of noises mostly made by young people who have no ideas what tradition is and never rooted or grown up in that tradition, like the Grammy Music Award, all good things are watered down.

But it's not good to be picky, especially a food critics, because he's seen all, been to every market, knows the ingredients by heart... basically, he can never be really satisfied. that's someone like my boss, a guy tried all the good dish for whole life and every lunch he would not even bother to read his stack of menu, and now everyday he cooks his own lunch :-) for real.

Me and my friend loves Anthony Bourdain show, very cool guy, humble and respectful to all culture and dish. A man who travels world meeting all people, and bringing their food onto our tv.

For over 10 years I ate at my friends' on weekend, they often brought some small dish from Flushing. Recently I took a photo of each place and dish we ate, load these photos, address and style here for ppl in new york who want some real authentic Chinese food. to honor the chef, and food that bring people and friends together. pick an afternoon, bring your family and try most of these places out, they are within 5 blocks range, only the authentic Taiwanese Cuisine in Elmhurst is for another day to reach. So let me be your Anthony Bourdain.

my rating: ****
there used to be some authentic Traditional rest. at the New World Basement Food Court, now many run be Chinese kids selling their Chinese version of Korean Barbecue, or just not very original. also when it comes to chef, I discriminate chef by their age, the older the better. all young ppl do is harry potter candies that you get all weird sense or not matured flavor. if I see a chef not over 50yr old, I just walk away :D that's right for Age Discrimination.

My Rating: ****and half

My Rating: ***and half

I like the fried radish nuggets. rest no.

It's Duck Soup, but taste like that ain't come easy. :) 4.5 Stars! O, poor duck!



The Lamb Soup is great. Must Try!

My rating: ***

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Authentic Taiwanese in Elmhurst, try the pork chop over rice.
my rating: ****


  

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

We Are A Happy Few


We Are A Happy Few
Laijon Liu 20180703

we a few, we are a happy few
we out there and we kick ball
we do it in sunbake or snow

there’re a world of fans
there are franchise, stars and GOAT
but we have our own pitch and goals

sweat-soaked, toasted we are
gasping air, nut-cracked we try to laugh
we pour water over our heads, we go on

vortex, frigging freezes to the core
some mane-hair studs still strut in shorts
our spartan hearts and climber’s soul

we jeer, we gloat, we make faces
we fake injury, we cry foul
we smell like zoo but we are cool

we a few, we are a happy few
we out there kick ball
we do it in sunny and in snow

Note:
trying to draw nature side of athletes, people who live their wild side, strong characters in sport, not they beat their opponent, but they compete with themselves, the inner struggle. also avoiding the usual clichés of sports images and terms like spotlights, rocket shots, or piccolo range melody of dazzling dribbling movements...O, boring vain glories, but the true sexy athletic, live, organic, like smell of zoo, I dont know I think the smell of zoo is really cool, every time you go to the zoo you breathe the wild sense, all kinds of animal, dam urine, poop, sweat, protein... excrement particles in the air that's so exiting, same sense as you walk in the range farm, chicken, ducks, geese, goats, sheep, pigs, cows, horses, dogs on the pasture, they smell better than supermodels in some kind of perfume magazines, those stupid sample papers kills part of our brain :) Iliad's awesome setting is the beach, salty sea winds, solders roast boar by their campfires, corpses burning on the pyre, rotten corpse leave to wild dogs... exhaustion, drunkenness, senseless laughs, and war sport games shows listeners the state of being. Also the fun parts, that boy characters of grown men, sort like Homer's teen-like gods and mischievous heroes.