Dusk descends sooner still, darkening suddenly as I drive back home, and by the day’s swift end, I realize the summer of yesterday is gone.
Opposing headlights loom - ethereal - illuminating in the abyss an enigmatic omen: a lifeless raccoon strewn along the roadside, long passed its perilous pain and struggle; some fallen leaves waltzing in the wind, like a passionless elegy being sung.
Along the road and above on the hillside, pass abandoned sojourn cabins from time to time, some in ruins, collapsed and dilapidated, but a haunting aura flickers the glory of their pasts.
For some reason, one most dark and eerie grips my sight, and I sense a great feast still lingers inside. In a wave of strangers floats the sultry hostess in a black silk dress luring a handsome guest with her seductive smile. He is chary, but helpless to resist her temptress charms. Was that me? But the house is gone before I am certain, as I drift down the road, now a river of time.
The traffic suddenly slows with no cause in sight: no accidents, no closed lanes, no blue and red flashing lights, and just as sudden, the current picks up, an ebb and flow, as the prior tide resumes with no cause in sight.
Faintly reflected in my rearview mirror, is a shrouded car devoid of headlights glowing. The danger is unnerving, but I wonder: am I more worried for him or for myself? But the car is gone before I am certain, changing lanes and charging past me, swerving into traffic and vanishing from my life.
The neon lights of a passing Holiday Inn are jarring, making my trail seem stranger still. Insecurity seizes me in darkness and I feel as though I am driving through a deserted town in which I never wanted to be.
I take my exit and continue to the bypass, turning left at the first traffic light, rushing the half second before the amber warning turns red. Relief washes over me, but I should not push my luck, for it is dark and such risks make me uneasy. Another intersection ahead shines a yellow beacon, so I stop and revel in the relaxing red glow.
A large plane flying low crosses my windshield, right to left – heavy and steady yet impossibly quiet. As if I have been waiting for this moment all my life, I watch the plane disappear slowly into the night, taking my destiny away in flight.
Dusk descends sooner still, darkening suddenly as I drive back home, and by the day’s swift end, I realize the summer of yesterday is gone.
Opposing headlights loom - ethereal - illuminating in the abyss an enigmatic omen: a lifeless raccoon strewn along the roadside, long passed its perilous pain and struggle; some fallen leaves waltzing in the wind, like a passionless elegy being sung.
Along the road and above on the hillside, pass abandoned sojourn cabins from time to time, some in ruins, collapsed and dilapidated, but a haunting aura flickers the glory of their pasts.
For some reason, one most dark and eerie grips my sight, and I sense a great feast still lingers inside. In a wave of strangers floats the sultry hostess in a black silk dress luring a handsome guest with her seductive smile. He is chary, but helpless to resist her temptress charms. Was that me? But the house is gone before I am certain, as I drift down the road, now a river of time.
The traffic suddenly slows with no cause in sight: no accidents, no closed lanes, no blue and red flashing lights, and just as sudden, the current picks up, an ebb and flow, as the prior tide resumes with no cause in sight.
Faintly reflected in my rearview mirror, is a shrouded car devoid of headlights glowing. The danger is unnerving, but I wonder: am I more worried for him or for myself? But the car is gone before I am certain, changing lanes and charging past me, swerving into traffic and vanishing from my life.
The neon lights of a passing Holiday Inn are jarring, making my trail seem stranger still. Insecurity seizes me in darkness and I feel as though I am driving through a deserted town in which I never wanted to be.
I take my exit and continue to the bypass, turning left at the first traffic light, rushing the half second before the amber warning turns red. Relief washes over me, but I should not push my luck, for it is dark and such risks make me uneasy. Another intersection ahead shines a yellow beacon, so I stop and revel in the relaxing red glow.
A large plane flying low crosses my windshield, right to left – heavy and steady yet impossibly quiet. As if I have been waiting for this moment all my life, I watch the plane disappear slowly into the night, taking my destiny away in flight.
走着去的那段路，竟是让我最近最惬意的人生体验！一个人，那么自由，眼睛可以看得那么高，那么远， 蓝天白云。。。。。空气那么新鲜，呼吸着就像喝冰汽水那么透爽，一丝丝凉的秋风微微吹到肌肤上，也那么具体，脚步声那么具体，生命也具体，连呼吸和心跳的声音都那么清晰，具体起来。。。。更能感受到衣服带给身体的温暖，就这么凉意和温暖共处着。。。。美好的体验啊！
谁能带我去户外，谁能带我去远方， 我跟你走，我立刻就跟你走。。。。
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街趴在路边你就还是个忧愁的诗人
都快忘了上次什么时候来whole foods了， 天啊， 怎么这么多人了！！！！ 乌泱乌泱的。
我就直觉，坏了，食品质量要下降了。。。。
看了下价格，red snapper 要35美元一磅， 感觉也不是很新鲜。 但为了我和经常买的新鲜的比较，也买了一磅。
后来回家测试， whole foods的鱼肉果然就，差远了。
遵守交通规则，人人有责。
你们不要打岔。。。
路边草地随便一停，没关系，那么大草地。
下次就走全程！ 给你们看看。别打岔，影响我思路
自由在于心灵，非得jjww走一段才感受到，就落了下乘了
你要写不出啥像样的，我跟你没完！
这个鱼真是一看就八九不离十，新鲜不新鲜， 我还在whole foods买了些虾，对比了下，果然 也不新鲜！！！
我马上上视频
这是我前几天在朋友圈发的。 我从海鲜小专卖店买的。 Red snapper， 才25美元一磅， 比whole foods 便宜10刀！！！ 而且那新鲜度，，，，， 虾对比下，更新鲜！
这是小镇的海鲜小店，这一片红鲷鱼和十几个虾，共计19美元，因为都是每天现捕的，所以价格贵些，但非常新鲜，味极美，尤其是最后挤点新鲜柠檬汁。这要在好点的馆子，配上点烤芦笋，土豆泥等配菜，轻松要价100美元。自己做，巨简单，十分钟就煎好，还好吃。
世界经济大环境不好，还是要自己多做饭啊！
而且支持local small business，人人有责啊！
我就纳闷，不都是超市的比小店的便宜吗，为什么人家小店的比whole foods 便宜还更新鲜呢？ 可能是人家专门做海鲜的，而且品种不多。但保证新鲜。
的确堕落，行尸走肉，只有消化系统，没灵魂。。
真的是吗？ 我好久不去， 果然！ 海鲜太一般了。
别这么说。人家每天想着法子娱乐你们，也不容易不是？
我就跟他家买整条的鱼，一般超市没有，costco包装太大，我喜欢做整条的红烧或者清蒸（根据新鲜度和品种）。
这是我做的另外一次。这是小店买的，非常新鲜。 挤点新鲜柠檬，味道绝了！ 而且非常简单， 10分钟就可以做好。 非常适合比较忙的工薪阶层。
我的灵魂还不自由？ 心灵还不跳跃？ 如斯，讲真，就你知道的男人一个个数，还有比我更自由的吗？
据说鲜活高档海鲜只有大盘和中盘商做，直供高档餐馆，当然有名有钱的人能直接搭上他们也能拿到。
我一次cruise，碰到一对夫妻，是纽约的，专营蘑菇，也是只做餐馆生意，不面对一般消费者，跟我吹他们认识哪些名厨（因为我是foodnetwork节目爱好者，还真知道其中几个），跟我吹他们夫妻上过chef emeril的节目做嘉宾。
你又不在我知道之列，怎么比
我也不知道！ 水果蔬菜也不如local farm的好，价格也不便宜。我感觉whole foods 被亚马逊买了后，更商业化了， 少了小店儿那种气息，那种生活气息，那种让人亲密和向往的气息。
忧愁的诗人也可以是汉子嘛。汉子也可以忧愁可以写诗嘛。
本性难移，我猜必须是路边
以前他家肉蛋奶还行，几年前认识一个他家员工，也说这几样是他家最值得买的，不过最近肉的质量下降很多，鸡蛋和奶，Safeway，Sprouts，Trader Joe‘s品种越来越丰富，和他家也不相上下了。
还买了个 提拉米苏还可以。 挺新鲜的。饭后甜点吃点，很不错。
买了一个有机的日本紫皮地瓜，不大，3刀多。 回家做了玉米地瓜粥，秋天喝，真舒服！地瓜的口感很香甜，很香糯。
就是玉米面差点，虽然也是whole foods的，但就是不如国内的玉米面香。熬出来就是不行， 地瓜其实应该切的块再大点。不过可能花多时间熬，就偷懒了。
美国这个玉米面，就是不行， 要么粗糙，要么磨的太细，就没有国内那种正好介于期间的。 熬出来，既有微微的颗粒感，还顺滑，出味儿！
美国的我是两种玉米面掺和起来的， 略好些，但还是不行。将就吧！
肉，我看了下， 一点不便宜， 但和肉店的比，，，，，明显不如肉店的新鲜。
整条是指带头的吗？可以试试日本超市，不过就是种类少。我认识一个韩国大叔，鱼都是自己去码头买，开车单程要一个小时
汉子跟疯子不是一回事.
汉子是冒着风雪，徒步去打猎的人。
还买了个小南瓜～～～～ 当季的食物，总要尝试下，意思要到！ 这就是生活。
小南瓜，我是做的 小米南瓜粥～～～～
一点糖不放， 吃小南瓜的清香。
绝了味道！ 太好吃了！ 严重建议大家秋冬天，熬点 小米地瓜粥！ 就是好小米，美国买不到。美国的小米熬出来不是很香，但意思到了。
记住是地瓜玉米面粥， 南瓜小米粥。 别搞错了， 搭配错了，就没感觉了！！！
感觉歪哥在撇大条，不可打扰分心
你怎么知道我没种菜，这是我后院刚采摘收获的大西红柿， 严格按照程序：先洗一下，再掰开两半，看看沙瓤和汁液，视觉激发吞咽，分泌唾液，食欲起。。。。然后一大口咬下去，记住是一大口，汁液一定要喷溅，咀嚼。。。嘴里那香甜味道。。。。。。 绝对童年，绝对记忆，绝对诗情啊。
我整整一个夏天，都在等这一天。。。
极其简单，特别适合很忙碌但又有小朋友需要营养的老中家庭。
鱼上撒点pepper， 盐， 一点点食用油，或者色拉油，揉一下， 讲究点的可以裹上蛋清，但我省略这部了， 外面附上一层炸粉，下锅煎就好了，锅里可以放点底油，润锅用。
鱼和虾， 全程制作不超过10分钟！
味道非常好吃！
这个看着像acorn squash，不是日本小南瓜kombucha squash，后者更香甜，让我想起“栗子味儿的~~~面老倭瓜！'
我一个人去了海边。。。。。。。 没想到，纽约也有这么美的海。 还是我太少时间来户外了，太少时间亲近大自然了。
看着蓝色的大海， 竟然突然想起我儿子写过的一首诗：Blue Poem。。。。。
正好最近在练习剪辑视频，就想着，拍下了一段大海。
回到家里，找点背景音乐， 求儿子给朗读下他的诗， 我就一鼓作气剪辑做出来了。。。还挺喜欢的。
后来调试的时候，因为反复播放。。。他在另外一个屋子，竟然受不了的说，Jesus, 这么几句，你一遍遍的听，不觉得烦吗？
那一刻，我觉得，写诗，他比我更有前途。
Blue Poem
Blue is the sky, Blue is the ocean
Blue are the waves swishing in motion
Blue is the color of oceans around the world
Blue is the color for boys and girls
Blue is the color of some peoples' eyes
Blue is the color of tears when people cry
Blue is the color of ocean and sea
Bule is the color for you and me
只要是有机小南瓜，都差不多。一定要和小米熬
嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷！！！这个真不错！！！！
太不错了！！！ 对了，周末，发现南翔新地址了，专门给你拍了一张照片，马上开业了。
不一样啊，去年秋天，我在sprouts家连续买南瓜，我不能吃红薯，馋淀粉的时候就是吃南瓜，都是有机的，先买日本小南瓜，后来有一周看到acorn很漂亮，还便宜几毛，买了一次，也不错，反正口感都比butter nut squash强，但是跟日本小南瓜一对比，就吃出差距了，乖乖回头吃日本南瓜。
儿子真的比你厉害，你就认了吧
这个要到South Hampton尖尖上才能看到。。
那你是要求太高了。
被你们打岔打的，我都忘记要说什么了
歪哥的声音或者说话的腔调有点像我高中电脑老师......
对了，对了，想起来了，whole foods的有机鸡蛋，味道上比一般超市的有机鸡蛋，要好吃些。 炒出来更香，不知道大家有没有这感觉？
牛奶么，玻璃大瓶的，味道不错，但最早我喝过的local 奶农的 玻璃大瓶的鲜牛奶是最好的！！！ 但不知道是不是被亚马逊买了还是什么原因， 这种小奶农的进货渠道， 价格上，品质上，都不符合他们的标准， 就再也没见过了。
很可惜。 那种牛奶的香甜醇美。。。
改成高中文学老师，可以吗？
错了！ 不用那么远！
歪哥声音有点幻灭
别的不说，价钱基本可以保证高级，哈哈哈。
嗷！求照片求照片！
我这次吃了marea，虾蟹鱼都很新鲜品质都很好，吃得很值，海底捞也很好吃，也是主吃海鲜食材新鲜，然后吃了粥之家，一般，能吃，比这边的速冻海鲜粥强点吧……小笼包没吃，一个是因为那天吃得太饱了，一个是周五晚上和朋友吃饭的时候脑子一抽去了张豪吃上海菜，想到版上说这边的生煎就是油煎包子，不信邪了一下，点了一盘生煎，于是对包子有了深切的领悟…………
诗人是冒着风雪，徒步去打炮的人。
wf的大玻璃瓶牛奶很好，瓶子是可以退的，三块一个，我家里又攒了一排了……
好好的鱼，就被面包屑给糟践了……
更像张嘉译那种体育老师，其实。。
有点芝麻街的风格，接下来是不是要写Yellow Porn, no, I mean Yellow Corn.
早就说了他做饭就是棒槌。。
孩子写得和读得都非常好。背景音乐可以配得更好些。
等你一见实物，不是，真人，你惊讶了：老师，真的是你啊？
你中计了，诗人的目的就是要你幻灭……
歪哥是安徽人？出才子的地方
听上去像山东银口音
求小店地址
现在的也可以，但不如以前我们local奶农的。
新鲜是不二绝技啊！
价格真不便宜。
其实和专门的肉店，海鲜店，和local farm一个价位，甚至更贵。
单类产品比较，毫无优势。
还是沾光在全上。其实，有时间的话，肉店买点新鲜肉，海鲜店买点海鲜，farms买点蔬菜和奶制品。
绝对好吃还省钱。就是时间要多些
像而已, 不会是. 掐指一算, 那位电脑老师现在应该50+了, 歪哥那有这么大年纪呀. 歪哥还是有一颗充满诗意骚动心的年龄. 哈哈
等我短你
所以做诗人还是要有天时地利人和滴。。。
同意，detour不能随便take
你怎么老油炸，写诗的老吃油炸的容易便秘，堵塞思路。
我写过四五百首，他才写过几首。。。。我的英文诗也有很厉害的，好不好！ 请欣赏！
机器人读的：
Doom’s Odious Harbinger
by pwwp
Dusk descends sooner still, darkening
suddenly as I drive back home,
and by the day’s swift end, I realize
the summer of yesterday is gone.
Opposing headlights loom - ethereal -
illuminating in the abyss an enigmatic omen:
a lifeless raccoon strewn along the roadside,
long passed its perilous pain and struggle;
some fallen leaves waltzing in the wind,
like a passionless elegy being sung.
Along the road and above on the hillside,
pass abandoned sojourn cabins from time to time,
some in ruins, collapsed and dilapidated,
but a haunting aura flickers the glory of their pasts.
For some reason,
one most dark and eerie grips my sight,
and I sense a great feast still lingers inside.
In a wave of strangers floats the sultry hostess in a black silk dress
luring a handsome guest with her seductive smile.
He is chary, but helpless to resist her temptress charms.
Was that me? But the house is gone before I am certain,
as I drift down the road, now a river of time.
The traffic suddenly slows with no cause in sight:
no accidents, no closed lanes,
no blue and red flashing lights,
and just as sudden, the current picks up, an ebb and flow,
as the prior tide resumes with no cause in sight.
Faintly reflected in my rearview mirror,
is a shrouded car devoid of headlights glowing.
The danger is unnerving,
but I wonder: am I more worried for him
or for myself? But the car is gone before I am certain,
changing lanes and charging past me,
swerving into traffic and vanishing from my life.
The neon lights of a passing Holiday Inn
are jarring, making my trail seem stranger still.
Insecurity seizes me in darkness
and I feel as though I am driving through a deserted town
in which I never wanted to be.
I take my exit and continue to the bypass,
turning left at the first traffic light, rushing
the half second before the amber warning turns red.
Relief washes over me, but I should not push my luck,
for it is dark and such risks make me uneasy.
Another intersection ahead shines a yellow beacon,
so I stop and revel in the relaxing red glow.
A large plane flying low crosses my windshield,
right to left – heavy and steady yet impossibly quiet.
As if I have been waiting for this moment all my life,
I watch the plane disappear slowly into the night,
taking my destiny away in flight.
有面包屑吃起来很crunchy 好不好！
继续食物的感触之旅。。。
人生有时候很有意思。 我每次见到这个水果，我都好奇，这是什么水果， 但我就是不想了解， 不想知道名字，不想尝试，不想知道吃起来的味道，但明明每次都那么吸引我，忍不住会多看两眼。我竟然很喜欢这种毛毛绒绒的感觉，有种暗恋的青涩。。。
安全第一，安全第一。。。
最近吃了传说中的这款榨菜，确实味道不错！
大干和小干到底什么区别？ 这个问题，困扰了我很多年。。。。
歪哥，你儿子的诗写得真好。不生涩造作，他念出来也很好听。你儿子写诗很有前途啊
歪哥，你再试下其他几个口味。酱香，红油等等都很好吃。
哈，我这周末也去法拉盛买菜了。好几个月没去了。。发现豫园还在原地开业嘛。南翔新地址在哪？
上次来长岛，去montauk point lighthouse了吗？那儿的海景还挺美的。
街趴路边是词不达意的attention whore
可怜，歪哥被打击得只敢用机器读自己的诗啦？我听你这楼里那个做鱼虾的视频，声音要自然很多，音色听上去还凑合，给你打打气。别灰心哈。。
不是去石溪，更早一次，从康州到Orient Point，灯塔太远要绕，去了old westbury gardens
直接读肯定是煎饼卷大葱味儿的。。
我觉得因为你是浙江人，不能吃辣的原因。
先鼓励上一代好不好！