Jan 24 2008
My old photos
My family nick named me the terrorist, because I tout my little card-thin Casio often. A little too often. Ok, fine, I admit it, all the time. I’m onto my third Casio in 5 years: first one dived into the lake outside of the Aquarium in Beijing, so I bought the identical second, and it dropped in the bathroom at the Bethpage golf course .. .. I need larger pixels anyway, I comfort myself.
Looks like it runs in the family. Given the fact that camera was a luxury prior Deng Xiaoping’s color coded cats were unleashed, and I moved so frequently before settling down in New York, plus the most important factor .. the burning blessing of the Cultural Revolution, I still have two full albums of old photos is tragically remarkable. I treasure those pre-1979 photos very much, one of fewer inklings to my family and past.