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ISABELLA TIANZI CAI

It's all about dreams. I'm a FILM major, an anthropology minor, and a philosophy minor.
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01 ottobre

Dream 39

  • 10/01/09: pancakes and blueberry syrup. 
  • Red heart
  • 10/02/09: pancakes and blueberry syrup, both for me and little "m." 4.75 value meal at Flushing.
  • 10/03/09: "The redemptive power of love" means someone redeems himself by atoning for his past mistakes, on his own, but with the help of someone else's love. In the end, when the credits are rolling, only one name will appear because a person can only be redeemed by his actions alone, however true that love plays an important role in making it happen. 
  • 10/06/09: The most hilarious thing Professor Choi said: Kitano Takeshi = HIV.
  • Red heart
  • 10/07/09: "the textual subject"
  • 10/18/09 Red heart 10/19/09
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15 aprile

Dream 38

A Poem (undergone many revisions)
 
When her young eyes first looked at the world,
they were overwhelmed by its complexities, and
its beauty evoked a swarm of desires in her heart:
 
how to be smart? how to be pretty? how to be assertive? how to be cool? . . .
 
Seeing the melancholy in the old eyes surrounding her,
she no longer knew if her dreams would remain dreams if she aged too.
Those eyes didn't speak.
Shrouded in mystery, they defeated her curiosity.
Wisdom comes with age.
She wished that she could be 32 instead of 23.
 
When her young eyes then looked into her self,
they were disappointed by the messiness of her thoughts.
Maybe she has overlooked the natural orderliness of her mind by asking questions like:
 
what is love? what is generosity? what is forgiveness? what is virtue? . . .
 
Tidying up one corner, another appeared even messier.
Labor changed into fatigue and exhaustion,
and ideas also laughed hard at her.
Reason is not part of nature.
She wished that she'd not been a thinking thing but a wild flower.
28 gennaio

Dream 37

Reveries of a Female Philosopher

  1. How to purify my love? It feels like lust.
  2. Why a semester of philosophy? To get myself into a state of aporia again.
  3.    
  4. I don't date guys whose English is bad.
  5. "Everybody's friend is nobody's." - Arthur Schopenhauer.
  6. So I got admitted to Tisch School of the Arts of NYU.
  7. Where does passion come from? Non-passion.
  8. Diving into a clear pool.
  9. Can you appreciate comedy?
  10. "Hey Baby"; "Je ne veux pas travailler".

10 dicembre

Dream 36

I have been wanting to sit in a quiet corner and write a good entry for a long time. It's quite easy for me to tell when I have good stuff to pour. My trick is simply to take note of my dreams at night. A lot of rain means that I am filled with complicated emotions, unexpressed, undulating, and more or less cleansing the soul.
 
My undergraduate studies in the States will soon come to an end. Over these years, my biggest change is probably having turned more flexible psychologically. There is a string of adjectives that I want to put down here: raw, open-minded, free-spirited, even rough. I understand fully why Mike said that I was cultured, refined, and disciplined. I hope one day I will have a chance to tell him that he has a talent in language.
 
The reason that I started using the word "fuck" in a lot of my mental processes was not because that I wanted to be cool. I am not a fool. There are situations when "fuck" does a better job to the situation than being nice to somebody. Some of us have been lucky and have not been hauled into unjust situations where you feel totally powerless. The point is that some of us have not been as lucky as those. To say "fuck you," at least in my case, means that I still have a sense of justice. It's just not in my power to enforce that justice.
 
(Bingo, Krasker is not a quiet corner.)
 
I am not trying to be one of those cool kids. American slang for me is not to mean insults to people that I am not happy with. I am angry at them, and I don't want to keep how I feel unvoiced. They should feel bad for what they do, and I am making them feel bad. Will I get myself into troubles? Possibly. But I hope I will make friends too. I believe there are still those around who will trust me and whom I will trust too.
 
That's all for Dream 36. See you later.
22 ottobre

Dream 35

There are no real treasure-troves; there are just real people, who are real treasure-troves.
 
I am applying for three graduate film programs: one in Yale (a combined Ph.D. program in film studies and east Asian languages and literature), one in NYU (an M.A. program in cinema studies), and the last one in BU (an M.A. program in film studies). I hope to become a film scholar who is simultaneously well-learnt in fields such as cultural anthropology, political science, philosophy, and literature. My goal in life is to discover and promote good films made by talented Asian filmmakers. Lastly, many years from now, with the help and support from my dearest friends, I wish to open a film school in my howetown.
 
Here are some questions that I am aspired to answer in my lifetime.
 
  • What is the Chinese taste?
  • How do the authentic Chinese taste and the authentic American taste differ?
  • What is film doing for a person and for a people? What should it be doing? How should it go about doing it?
  • Where is film going?
  • . . . .

As a reminder to myself, my friends are welcomed to discuss anything ranging from feminism to cosmetics with me. As a reminder to my friends and friends-to-be, I don't enjoy listening to everything under the sun. Pick a topic and think carefully. It is okay to be deliberate.  

Light. 
Nuances. 
Disney doesn't get it. 2-D and uniform colors are not what it's about. 
You must open your eyes to all the intermediate steps. 
One second. Then 1/24 of a second. 
Enter the mini-world of meanings. 
A fine eye is possessed by some only, never all. 
-- Tianzi