i feel for your island...

i saw your president in hand cuffs

and i wondered how this little island

is some how more democratic than sweden.

what do i know, Im going to las vegas

maybe someone is breaking into your house and peeing in the fish bowl just for the fun of it

one of the first taiwanese idioms I learned was : Bad times make people go nuts.

any bass

Chilean sea bass...

i had bass for pets but they died from

ammonia, im not happy about this.

i have taken water samples

added chemicals

and still

there is always too much ammonia

yes

and the heart is just an involuntary muscle

yada yada yada

helen loves electricity

especially when its coursing through a guitar

im becoming fond of bass

okay, I take that back
maybe we are registered to fall in love with one person at a time

remember Helen?
"love is just a scientific reaction that encourages us to mate"

I really miss that green dumpling.

it's the attack of kitty!

I wonder what barbie's skeleton would look like...

fleet foxes

you are my soundtrack mind this winter

that finds us in your belly

ya...but...

they take drugs and talk to lizzards
while wearing special underwear

role model anyone?

actually monogamy is really new

its a freak

lobsters mate for life, ohhh wait

some birds

but we are really new to it

but the first man in the bible abraham

slept with his maid when his wife
got too old for lovin

ok im not gettin no where

i can only hope you love two mormons

they ride in pairs, it seems possible right?

it would make a cool MV at least wow!

Somebody can fall in love with more than one person a time
look at the mormans

this is where jane decides to read "electronic revolution"
in german because everyone knows if you really want to
tell somebody powerful secrets; they must be in german
she reads about how easy it is to make a coffee shop that
she doesnt like go out of business.
maybe the people were not nice to her
maybe their coffee is too expensive
she reads and reads and then experiments
but her goal is not to put a coffee shop out of business

jane finds an everyday tape recorder
jane records people in the toilet
jane delivers the tape to her intended target
target assumes the tape is of them in the toilet

no more cameras

-from William Burroughs and the electronic revolution

I live in the dorms. We don't have the chance to drink stale coffee together. He'd be too busy playing CS even if we had the chance to drink stale coffee together.

From the student's recreation room in the dorms.
That's where the stale coffee came from.
Somebody made too much... I think
Maybe it was the military officer. Remember? We used to have those military officers in high school. They're here too in uinversity.

Speaking of military officers...
A girl, let's call her Jane, stole a military officer's tiramisu.
Poor poor Jane
She could've stolen anybody's anything and got away with it.
Jane must've wanted a life on the edge.
The military officer started pasting moniter pictures of Jane taking the tiramisu.
Now, Jane isn't Jane anymore, she's known as "the girl who took the tiramisu".

I wonder how she feels?

stale coffee and brown sugar hmm
why is the coffee stale come monday
was there weekend coffee made for two?
was it for you? for him? sometimes we make coffee
when we really want seagrams 7

cold rainy days is that cold stale coffee waiting for you during mondays

ahh thats sweet
it also cleverly illustrates why high schools should be co-ed

Real life is like a game of CS, you have to be careful or someone will blow your head off.
-my boyfriend

Who are you ? What are you?”
part one


When she started the car it made that whine that it makes. He was listening to it while thinking of whether or not he had forgotten something. He reached for the far counter of the kitchen and grabbed an apple. It was the alternator, whining, a high pitched dry noise he thought was strange on such a young car.
She needed to stop by the office on the way in and asked if he needed to stop for anything as well. He couldn’t think of anything, he was looking at his face in the mirror. When they reached the office he asked if he could go inside and look for scissors. Back at the car he began with the scissors and the mirror, trimming the hair in his nose.
An hour into the trip traffic started to slow. Long weekend for thanksgiving and all this traffic heading through Barstow towards Vegas. She noticed that you couldn’t smell any cows and he noticed all the new housing. Not that it surprised him, he was getting used to this and what could he have expected? He was out of the country for five years. Asia he says and something about a year in the middle east, he talks about the middle east a lot. It wasn’t until they pulled up at the house had he remembered the apple. While parking the car she saw that her brother in law had pulled up right behind them. Which is to be expected having that this part of Fallbrook narrows to one lane for miles through low running cedars, oak, and pony hills that lead them upward into avacado orchards run by their family, the Italians.

why does it have to be facial hair?

can't it be chest hair or hair from some other place?

what was it like having a jewish girl?

I promise I promise I won't tell anyone...

really~~

the good old days when money would equal love

I suddenly remembered the time I made a christmas card
out of my beard.

wait, no, there is no real way to make this sound right
I grew a beard, like santa, shaved it on christmas and
gave my girlfriend a homemade christmas card spelling
the words merry christmas with red fuzzy hair.

ya, Im a keeper

actually she was jewish and there is alot of inside humor
that I will take to grave regarding this specific girl and facial hair

Christmas these days are so ma fan...
not a long time ago
you could buy something new and expensive and money would equal love

now you have to add some "umph" into a gift

a teddy just isn't enough
it has to be a handmade teddy with the kid's initials on it

a scarf isn't enough
it has to be self knitted and packed

Taiwanese don't even believe in Christmas...

life is either about wishing what could be rushing through happiness in a whirl

across the fence there is an old lady who
sits in her sun chair between 11 and 1 everyday
i can see her sun room from my second story bedroom
i look down on her yard.
just as the sun begins to illuminate her frail
and withered wrists, the table side
bonzai and reading glasses

she is there until the sun has left the room
i often look down on her room while changing clothes
removing my glasses and setting them on the dresser
i squint my eyes into her sun room, looking, looking to see something

i sat on the steps of the business building today, eating lunch

i looked

students that moved in packs with heavy english textbooks
complaining loudly about tests and homework and the way class is taught

hurried professors pretending that they had something important to do
awkward at the students that walked passed them as if they were invisible
even more awkward at the students that did notice them

deans and officials in black suits with plastic smiles and barbie-doll body language


i walked out to the rain today
exclaimed
look! it's raining

a teacher looked at me and said
wasn't it raining when you came in?
didn't you notice?

and he laughed
a kindly laugh
a it's okay you'll grow up laugh

when did people forget how to forget?

I've been listening to Shin's one night in beijing
it's weirdly cleansing

maybe that just proves that I'm chinese

I pass my time with strangers but this bottle's my only friend

I fantisize about myself being able to down a bottle of whiskey just like THAT.

I hate the taste of alcohol too much to get anywhere with drinking, just the same way i've shied away from drinking anything with carbon dioxcide pumped into it for eighteen years.

I'm doing this "you think it for long enough and it happens" theory. I keep on telling myself that in fact I was a vodka downing Russian in my past life.

I hope it works.

Then again, no I don't.

we are taught to be consumers
to buy shit we dont really need for houses
we can not afford
too live on credit
to be in debt
to be on string
to be tapped
to leach
to consume

try this song to your right
when you feel your losing your soul
or just hum the chorus in the halls
hope you like it

fossil fool

this morning i was looking for shit
i was in a backyard with a shovel
autumn leaves covered the grounds in various colors
of yellow and decay
i was suprised how little dog shit i could find
i had four maybe five elongated stones
archiac, petrifed the color of ash and pueter
when i kicked off the shoes before entering the house
in the tread, ripe and willing, i stepped in a fresh one

My college English teacher has a love affair with sketch engine the same way you had one with youtube. The only difference is that youtube is interesting.



I'm affraid that university will tame me. I'm affraid that four more years of education will turn me into a suit wearing bun-haired high healed one big fakeo.

I went to see a Chinese doctor yesterday. He told me that I'm practically a ghost radar. Beeping away. Something to do with yin and yang. (I'm more of a yin by the way.) Ghosts are supposed to be more attracted to me...

Chinese people are very hard to understand sometimes.

Thriving Ivory "Angels on the moon"
I wanna feel all the chemicals inside
I wanna sunburn just to know i'm alive
Don't tell me if i'm dying
cause i don't wanna know
if i can't see the sun
maybe i should go
don't wake me up
cause i'm dreaming of angels on the moon

:)

i was in chiayi
on the far east of town
i woke up with the sun at my back, early,
weekday, hours before then train, the taxi.
I was watching a man on his roof blowing a whistle
until he was engulfed with pigeons.
The haze obscurred the landscape, softened the hardships and bile
a picture I had in my head when I moved here
betel nut trees and the neon sign of the motel spa
everything in my life led up to this sunrise
and I knew I had to lose it all
I was losing her
and we worked the same shift
she would be in the same train as I
and from the train she would hail the very taxi
that pulled up before my own
I could see the back of her head in traffic
I could see her driver taking the same short cuts as mine
I asked to be let out early at the intersection before the final light
walking to work
I just wanted to take the back entrance
work my way up the stairs to the fifth floor
and stay there until the day passed
it was november and I knew I had at least another year of this