疯狂啊疯狂

我大概想不出第二个词来形容我过去的一夜一日了

但是我多么爱我可以这么疯狂

 

星期五过得浑浑噩噩。很晚起床，去给车子换机油，修了几个部件，开会，然后坐室友的车回家。会拖得太晚我们原本计划去隔壁城市的亚洲超市没能成行。大太阳，大风天。风刮过窗户咻咻地呼啸。我盯着外面小区里每到周末就会停满车子，今日却空空荡荡的车位发呆。女友回了家，把GPS扔给我们，说要是去亚洲超市可以用。GPS。莫非这是神启，我又开始蠢蠢欲动。

吵着不安，要出去旅行很久了。原本计划在春节的时节去纽约，通知了在纽约的友人们却最终还是被搬家的事情拖了下来。春日暖人，我变得愈发不安，于是开始翻我那本LONELY PLANET关于美国的旅行书。我想作一个一日的旅行，可以省去旅馆的费用。距离不要太远，车程在五六个小时以内。要是个有趣的地方。直到我翻到北卡罗莱纳州的OUTER BANKS。

四到五个小时车程。一群深入海中的环岛。渔村，沙滩，灯塔。听上去很不错不是吗。我却如每个人都会的那样犹豫起来。

午夜时分，友人散尽。我在网上和爸妈聊完天，已是一点钟的光景了。老妈说她对别人说，她的儿子“喜欢出去到处荡，待在一个地方（实验室）的事情他做不来的”。我又重新拿出旅行书。打开谷歌的地图，放大。异常狭长的环岛中，只有一条12号公路贯穿而过。我想象着两肩都是海水，我开车而过的场景。查看天气，明天会是个晴天。再查看日出的时间，是早上6：56分。现在是夜里一点半，如果我准备一下在两点钟上路，应该恰能赶上日出。

为什么不呢。

洗澡，刮须，换衣服，装备水和食物，查看手机和相机，在便携的音箱上试了试IPOD，效果不错。插上GPS，输入地址。去银行取了些现金，买了能量饮料备用。加满油，也给车胎充了气。然后--我就真的上路了！我要去迎接日出。

说到日出，先惊到我的却是月亮。到了北卡罗莱纳，上了12号公路，路上车已减少，灯光也不多，一片星夜异常清晰，却一直没有看到月亮。直到到我驶上一座跨海连接两岛的桥。我看不到海，GPS却突然闪出一整屏幕宝石般的蓝色来，我的路线从中间穿过。月亮在我的右肩的方向，细胜过柳叶弯钩。它好像浮在远处的海面上，车子在桥上上坡下坡时，它也伴着沉沉浮浮。有时好像都要没入到海水里去。我只想出海上升明月这么一句来，我几乎被惊呆了。

音箱里响起QUEEN的歌。他们唱到，don't stop me now, cuz I'm having such a good time；if you want to have a good time, just give me a call。我不禁喝着高唱起来。

我要找的灯塔和那片海滩比我预料的远。所以原先预想会有一个小时的充裕，最后恰好赶上日出。海上已经有一线红晕。我走到海滩的最前头。海鸟朋友们还在不慌不忙地在潮水尽头处找食。太阳毫无征兆地就出来了。我几乎有些一厢情愿地希望能听到一声精致的碎裂的声音。但它就这么出来了。很红，上升得也很快。海面还是蓝色，沙滩已经变成锈红色了。我拍下我的车子和灯塔的合影。他们映出很好看的婴儿般的肉粉肤色。

然后再往南赶去坐渡轮。我向来对于他们的象征含义有着偏执的感情。此岸彼岸。孤岛们即使妥协，也还是那样孤独着。渡船时长四十分钟。然后开到最南端的小镇。这里有另外一个渡轮码头，白色的灯塔，温暖海岸的树木，和旅游景点风味的建筑。稍作停留后折回。日近中午，空气已十分温暖。放下车窗，我在沙堆和隐现的海岸线中的单行道上疾驶。马路上有时也会有几片沙迹，还有海鸟的尸体横亘在路中。更多的海鸟飞下来，啄这些死肉，或者只是随意走动，车开得很近了才飞走。远处的马路现出炎热下水气蒸发景物模糊的情境。我着迷这样海洋和沙漠的奇妙组合。

一路返回，又坐了轮渡，然后拜访了另外一座灯塔。在灯塔下的纪念品商店买了明信片打算寄人。去了英国在北卡罗莱纳州的第一座殖民地。殖民地很快就失败了。海滩边的剧场里现在空荡荡的，LOST COLONY的剧却年年夏天都还在上演。女朋友今天对我说她和家人去看过四次，是她看过最好的剧之一。好，让我找到了再去一趟的借口。最后在莱特兄弟纪念馆停留。人类第一次在这里起飞。山丘上风很大，我很爱风帆和飞翼形状的纪念碑。在高处能看到广袤的滩涂和海岸，风不停地吹着，不难想象站在这里为何会有纵情高飞的豪情。

然后回家了。哦值得一提的是路上经过弗吉尼亚海岸城外的一座跨海大桥，是我的最爱。曾经在傍晚时分经过这里。落霞是紫红色的，云层峦着，一直延伸到海水的尽头。太阳被遮住了，却无处不在。桥的尽头是一段隧道，一艘巨轮正从上方驶过。什么都好像着了魔似的不真实。那时我只想狂喊。

最后还是到家了。威廉斯堡的古镇还是很亲切。时速降到25，旅行里程表上写着437英里。我到家了，大吃一顿，洗漱然后倒头就睡，直到今日。

 

一些技术性的照片先。

 

景物的照片的会贴到相册里。

今天堡里居然下起雪来。

啊，我爱这种疯狂。

ALL RIGHT, I'M DRUNK, SO LET'S DO THIS.

 

FIRST, FOR THE TITLE, IT'S WINE OR ALCOHOL IN CHINESE.

SECOND, IT'S MY FIRST TIME TO DRUNK WRITE.

 

OKAY FACTS ABOUT ME AND DRINKING:

I HATED THE TASTE OF ALCOHOL WHEN I WAS LITTLE. I WAS LIKE, WHY THE HELL WILL I WANT TO HAVE THIS THING FOR EVERY MEAL.

I CONSIDER MY FATHER AS A LEGENDARY DRINKER. HE WAS.

I'M STILL NOT SURE IF I CAN OUT-DRINK MY FATHER NOW, THOUGH HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT YOU'RE SO YOUNG AND DRINKING IS ALL ABOUT PHYSICAL STRENGTH.

I STILL CAN'T HANDLE THE TASTE OF STRONG ALCOHOL. I HATE THE TASTE OF WHATEVER 56% CHINESE WHITE WINE BUT MIXING IT WITH SPRITE, I DOWN IT LIKE NOTHING.

WHITE WINE WITH SPRITE? YEA I KNOW IT'S NOT THE WAY A TRUE DRINKER TAKES IT. BUT, WHATEVER.

I'M STARTING MY COLLECTION OF BEER BOTTLES NOW.

AMONG AMERICAN BEERS, I LIKE YUENGLING. IT SOUNDS CHINESE TOO.

I DON'T REJECT THE IDEA THAT DRINKING IS A WAY OF SHOWING MANILESS.

I KNOW FEWER THAN 10 PEOPLE WHO I THINK CAN OUT-DRINK ME. MY CURRENT ROOMMATE IS ONE OF THEM. MY FATHER OF COURSE.

MY FAVORITE DRINKING GAME IS WEB. "YOU'RE IN THE WEB!" IT JUST STREWS YOU UP.

I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME DRINKING. I DRINK SOCIALLY RESPONSIBLY AND JUST FOR ITS PLEASURE. BUT I DO APPRECIATE ANYONE SAYS DRINK LESS AND BE CAREFUL.

OH WELL I GUESS I STILL CARE OTHERWISE I WON'T BE WRITING THIS IN ENGLISH.

FROM OVER-DRINKING, I PROBABLY HAVE PASSED OUT TWICE IN MY LIFE-SEE IT'S NOT THAT BAD BECAUSE I CAN STILL REMEMBER THEM.

I DON'T GET ANY DIFFERENT WHEN I'M DRUNK-I JUST TALK A LITTLE BIT MORE, OR NOT AT ALL.

I ONLY GOT DRUNK FOR SOMEONE OR BECAUSE OF SOMEONE ONCE IN MY LIFE AND IT'S NOT ABOUT RELATIONSHIP OR ANYTHING. I DO CARE MUCH ABOUT HER.

I LOVE MY PARENTS FOR THEY NEVER TRY TO STOP ME FROM DRINKING. THEY EVEN BUY WINES AND BEERS FOR ME. THEY'RE NOT ENCOURAGING THOUGH. THEY JUST LET ME DO WHATEVER I WANT TO DO WITH TRUST AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FOR THAT.

I ONCE HAD 7 BIG BOTTLES OF BEER, LIKE THE CHINESE ONES, AND RODE MY BYCICLE HOME. I DID STRUGGLE A LITTLE BIT THOUGH.

I HAVE TO CONFESS LI BAI AND SOME JIN YONG'S CHARACTERS, LIKE LINGHU CHONG, DO INFLUENCE MY VIEWS TOWARDS DRINKING. IT'S COOL, MANLY AND IT'S A WAY TO FIGHT AGAINST OR TO MOCK AT LIFE.

MY ROOMMATE AND I ARE THINKING ABOUT OPENING UP A BAR IN CHINA.

ON A DRUNK SCALE FROM 1 TO 10, I'M PROBABLY SOMEWHERE AROUND 7.6 NOW. BUT I THINK I CAN STILL TYPE.

PLEASE DON'T GET MAD AT ME BECAUSE I'M TALKING SO MUCH ABOUT DRINKING. YOU KNOW ME. SOMETIMES I NEED TO FIND HAPPINESS FOR MYSELF.

 

ALL RIGHT, THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THAT I CAN COME UP WITH. AT LEAST FOR NOW.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, NEVER DRUNK DRIVE. DRUNK WRITE'S OKAY.

 

LIFE'S SHORT.

NIGHT'S STILL YOUNG.

梦里想见一条大河。漆黑的大河。我曾经和朋友在深夜时分去河上摆渡，船破浪，河水幽幽，两岸灯火黯然。我记起到达渡口前单行的林间车道，一侧休息站的明灯，路中间的橙黄色的双实线。拐弯，深入渡口的陆桥，和之后的豁然开朗。我记起我在车里讲变态心理的推理故事，然后登上渡船了望台的高处。铁门，甲板，和马达的雷鸣声。

 

我甚至记得次日我还有一篇关于尼采的论文要写。回去后只匆匆睡了三个小时，然后读了一日的论道德的系谱，写至再次日的早晨。

 

于此人此事，我还写过一首诗和一则故事，埋藏在这个空间的某个深处。故事题作时间线。我爱这个名字多过这个故事。错过的故事只有观者看来才是美丽的。故事里提到高迪的巴塞罗那。那里的人夏日不工作只为派对，我很心痒。TO YVONNE:午夜巴塞罗那确实是部很好的片子；我很理想地希望Christia她们三人在一起。

 

哦今日读到吕颂贤“2008年，和女友麦景婷结束14年爱情长跑，结为连理”。哈，笑傲江湖的令狐冲的样子，我曾经多少留恋。

 

有时候我很庆幸我和女友讲不同的母语。她永远也读不懂我在这里讲什么。绵绵的汉语，有太多的千回百转。

 

但很多时候我也厌恶它的现实主义和批判精神。仅不错一个词就足够。再好，也不过是还不错。

 

 

 

超级碗比完了。比赛不错--看，我就知道我会词穷；但这不是我的错。值得一说的是获胜的钢人队的教练是我校的校友，去年来毕业典礼致辞的。

 

哦还有顺便一提的是，我小时候觉得玫瑰碗球场是世界上最酷的名字。不知道为什么。