Wei Ya

Michael Turton sums up beautifully the one aspect of the impending Chinese New Year holiday that I forgot to mention and won’t miss, the end-of-the-year banquet, called a wei ya.

The basic idea is similar to the office Christmas party familiar to every American, with the importance difference that the wei ya is not fun. I have successfully evaded the wei ya every year so far, but this year the Chair, who is a friend, asked me to go, and I couldn’t say no. So on warm monday night in January I found myself far from wife and children, and having a cross-cultural experience, which is a polite way of saying bored to death and eating bad food.

The View from Taiwan: The Banquet


The Approaching Holiday

Chinese New Year (CNY) approaches and brings with it a nationwide holiday giving most people in Taiwan a deserved break from work. It has been my favourite holiday of the year as it has meant a one week vacation and the money to go where you please. The beloved CNY bonus is one of the main highlights of working your ass off for a successful company in Taiwan. Alas as I am not working at the moment, this will be my first year since coming to Taiwan that I don’t receive this influx of cash.
Since so many people are walking around with a little extra weight in their pockets you see the police out in even greater numbers doing just about the only thing they are effective for here – handing out tickets to scooters and motorists. While I have been lucky to have only good contact with the local police they have a reputation for being rather useless for anything other than this quarterly cash grab.
I was told that the plainclothes police are out in great numbers around the Hsinchu area – hanging out at the train and bus stations, getting on buses, and any areas that great numbers of people congregate. This is not in an effort to catch young enterprising Taiwanese looking to grab money from unsuspecting cash laden shoppers but to nab illegal foreign workers from the Philippines (and from other countries in Asia). These foreign workers do the work that few others will do and their forced departure leaves opportunities for others to take their place. And they will. Foreign labourers are worked hard here and usually under less than ideal conditions (indentured slavery?). The cycle continues year after year.
For those of us staying in Taiwan this year we enjoy another benefit. Peace and relative quiet. Many people who live in the north of the Island return home for the holiday leaving Taipei as a sort of ghost town. It’s the perfect time to visit public places, the Taipei zoo is on my list for the week.
The wikipedia has more info on holidays in Taiwan and Chinese New Year.


Jazz Club in Hsinchu?

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Yet another format for a restaurant at this corner near minzu rd. This time it seems like we might get a venue presenting some jazz and blues. I couldn’t be more hopeful or pleased at the thought. The last time I lived near a jazz/blues club was in Toronto back when the Bermuda Onion venue was open on Bloor street. That was over 12 years ago I think. While I would rate the possibility of having a beer with the likes of Freddie Hubbard pretty low at this place in Hsinchu, we can only hope that they will have a small stage for some local musicians to play some music that old folks like me like to hear.


Sick

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I’ve been back from my mini-break but somehow managed to catch a terrible infection in my chest. Ugly stuff coming up. I thought I had left these kind of colds back in Canada years ago. Visiting a doctor here is always a cheap and relatively quick experience. Doctors here love to prescribe drugs and the visit I had this week was no different. I left with a cocktail of drugs which only last a few days thereby guaranteeing that I will return if I am not cured. Luckily each visit to the doctor, including medication, only costs about $4.50US.
One of the downsides of working independently is how much more inconvenient being sick is – no one can cover for you and you don’t really have “sick days”. It’s times like these that I miss working in a large company.


Electrical (un)safety in Taiwan


“Anyone who’s lived in the busier areas of Taiwan longer than five minutes will already know to trust the electric and fire safety about as far as they could throw a hippo. What surprised me is when I moved into a newly built, modern house in the mountains that I thought had been built to high standards.” (llary)
I just had to share this photo of the electrical switch box that controls the power to the 2nd and 3rd floor. It’s like something out of an old horror movie.
I have made a point to not labour on much about certain things that drive me crazy about living here in Taiwan. I think it’s more constructive to happiness and a sane mind to move beyond the frustrations. This is especially true since I have been treated with such kindness by those I have had the fortune of being friends with. But its hard to not to make a passing comment on the unsafe electrical systems in Taiwan homes and how few seem to care.
This past week the house has been without power on the third floor due to the electrical wires melting. The electrical system in the house can’t take the loads that would be considered pretty normal elsewhere in the world. Naturally the land lord was in China and no one had the authority to call someone to come and fix the problem. So I called someone myself – he came over looked things over, went out to buy some wire (what electrician doesn’t have wire?), and patched things up with duct tape. That lasted 30 minutes.
The landlady came back from China and called her electrician/plumber. He gave me the impression that electrical in this house is mainly for the lights, a tv, and a fan or 2 only. Forget all that modern appliance stuff. When I asked this guy if he was going to replace the wiring and the switch box he simply stated he didn’t have time. Weird – why not stick around and do some good work instead bouncing around Hsinchu nickel and dimeing his time. There is power but for how long is unknown. There isn’t even a way to protect things against spikes in power as nothing is grounded. There are standards here for such things but as one follows these rules, despite the fact that they are for your own safety.
The quality of construction in so many things here is laughable. Nothing that is made and sold here works. It’s easy to say a blanket statement like that because it is almost entirely true. There is no concept of quality and “doing the job right”. My uncle who was a cabinet maker would labour over his work not to get it good enough but to make it the best he possibly could. Often his cabinets were works of beauty. You don’t see that here very often.
Thats the short form of my story. There are a few more people telling there experiences at Forumosa.


Coffee WiFi and Hsinchu

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Hsinchu may have per capita more coffee/tea shops than most Canadian and American cities but generally they are missing one of the most important features of such establishments – WiFi (and good coffee). That is until I learned that a new neighbourhood shop the Burano, and a farther afield spot called Havana Coffee Shop, appear to have this most necessary of “sticky” services.
I’ve noticed the Havana Coffee Shop a number of times in my travels around the neighbourhood adjacent to FE’21. It’s pretty hard to miss it; it’s painted blue which makes it a rarity among the gray and orange elsewhere. So since I was out in the area yesterday I though I would drop in, say hello, check it out, and ask if they have WiFi. The staff seemed grateful for the English lesson – translating wireless internet – and told me that though the shop doesn’t have it the shop above does and it leaks down to the 1st floor. Cheeky.
The Burano has the look of a shop that will only be around for 6 months to a year. Thats not to say that it sucks but just that the market is so saturated that competition is rather fierce. Restaurants and coffee shops are the most common business idea here it seems and they come and go with the wind. I hope they stick around as the fruit is ok and well they have WiFi.
Despite living here for over 7 years I still don’t know the side street names but you can’t miss the Havana. It’s on a unpopulated sidestreet opposite the side entrance to Fe’21. The Burano is on the canal around, close to Windance, across from that overpriced Teriyaki restaurant, and within throwing distance of the corner park.
More detailed pictures here.


123 Restaurant, Hsinchu

Ravaged Fish
This poor fish was my dinner recently at one of my favourite restaurants in Hsinchu called simply 1,2,3. It’s a Hsinchu institution, having been in the same location for perhaps 20 years or more (as I have been told). I count about 3 generations working there. It serves standard local food – nothing too special and is perhaps comparable to your favourite “greasy spoon” in most cities and towns everywhere. It’s a pretty popular spot for foreigners including a large number of beer drinking chain smoking Japanese. The menu is on the wall except for us linguistically challenged where they produce an English menu – luckily a couple of the girls there speak English and I believe Japanese. I usually call ahead and order the steamed fish (pictured) but otherwise I usually stick to the same food you find everywhere – Kung Pao Chicken, Garlic Pork, Shrimp Balls, and Green Vegetables.
No visit or stay is complete without sampling the menu at this restaurant. It’s quite close to the Sol Hotel and is located on what is sometimes called the “Canal Around” which traverses the area between Lin-Sen Rd and Chung-Yang Rd.
There are a few more pictures on Flickr.


Good Morning to you

A bit early for this isn't it?
Last week this was one morning’s early entertainment. Prior to hearing my alarm which was set for 6am I was awoken to the sweet serenade of 3 marching bands and assorted other local drums and noise makers. When I die I want a marching band and parade to announce my passing. A New Orleans style would be more to my liking though. Taiwanese death rites regularly feature processions of elaborate floats displaying folklore figures in vividly colorful costumes, bands of drummers and trumpet players and even strippers and scantily clad singing women. But why before 6 am?
A few more pictures on this flickr stream.


3 Strikes

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Yes that is my hairy leg with a bandage on it. Young children and total strangers like to pull on the hair whenever they get the chance. I’m not sure but apparently Chinese men tend to have less hair than we barbarians so it’s a strange kind of novelty (I tend to look more at the ladies legs than the guys). This was confirmed by the giggles of the nurse who applied this bandage but 4 hours ago.
I’m having a bad run of late. Yesterday afternoon a lady does the usual “cut in front of me at the last minute maneuver” so prevalent here. A spilt second earlier and she likely would have been flat on her back – I’m big. It’s a rude maneuver but I’m used to it.
Last night it was a taxi driver who tried to cut my knees off by performing the same move with his car. He later slowed down, smiled, and said sorry. Ok my friend no problem I said while grinding my teeth.
Today it was a young dude talking on his cellphone. He was smart to pull over asap so he could talk to his mummy on the phone but not so smart to realize that I was driving my scooter behind him. His prudence caused me to have to stop quickly narrowly escaping a serious pile up. Scooters are very difficult to control in a skid and this is the second injury I have suffered from basically the same maneuver. I was pissed and had to give the young man the benefit of my dirty Chinese language. How do you reprimand a young man smiling like he didn’t know a world existed outside his head? Luckily he wasn’t someone high on betel nut with a lead pipe under his seat or I might be writing this from heaven (or some might say hell).


I Love This Car (Peugeot 205CJ)

Peugeot 205CJSpotted in a overpass parking space was this lovely red convertible Peugeot 205CJ. According to Peugeot the 205 is the “model which saved the brand, and is (was) the standard bearer for a new generation. The first model was produced on 24 February 1983 in Mulhouse, and the vehicle ended up being sold on every continent, in over 120 countries. In 1986 and 1987, it was not only the highest-selling car in France, but was also the biggest export success. ” Looks pretty cool for a mass production utility car I think.
At Car Survey.org … “Peugeot’s classic Pininfarina supermini was way ahead of its time when launched in 1983 and still looked good in 1996 when the last ones were sold. Great handling and ride are its main selling points although they can be fragile if not looked after properly. The very fast 1.9 GTi was arguably the best “Hot Hatch” of the 1980’s. It’s sharper and cheaper than it’s main rival, the Volkswagen Golf.”
I should have left a note offering to buy it. With a gas mask (for when the hood is down) it is a fun little car to have in Taiwan.
Peugeot 205CJ


Be warned: Pay your Hsinchu Parking Bills On Time

Parking on the street in Hsinchu like many cities costs money. It’s quite cheap though at a cost of about 20NT$ per hour. The system relies not on parking meters but on “attendents” assigned to a particular territory who go around on their scooters printing out bills. Since the bills are printed by a small hand held computer they are assigned a upc symbol which allows your local 7-11 to enter the bill into their system using a hand held scanner. Yes, you pay your parking and just about every other bill at your local convenience store. They are ubiquitous here. The system works well and is convenient.
It’s convenient except when you forget to pay the bill. It’s not a “pay as you go” but a “we bill you” system. As you’ll see this charming system really works well for the local government.
These little bills of 20-80NT$ tend to get lost in the expanse of my car. Because they are of such low value you might not immediately take the effort to pay or perhaps it’s just me who has poor personal financial management skills. Either way these bills have a time limit of one week from the time they are issued. When that time passes you are issued another bill via snail mail at which time you must pay 600NT$ per bill. If for some reason you neglect to pay that within a week you must pay double – 1200NT$ per bill. Until you pay that bill you cannot have any major repairs done to your car, pay car insurance, or update the car registration. If for some reason they don’t have your proper address, tough.
Due to my negligence and the built in traps inherent in the system I now owe 22,000NT$ (~800CAN$) in unpaid parking bills.
This is one of the reasons that when you buy a used car in Taiwan you need to do a thorough check on the cars history before you transfer ownership. Many people sell there cars with huge unpaid parking bills and you as the new owner are responsible for them.


Big Spiders

I have just discovered the most evil looking spider I have ever seen.
Taiwan has some fairly large spiders which when encountered for the first time scared the hell out of me. When we first moved into this house we killed about six of the brown huntsman variety which are reputed to be expert cockroach killers. So last week when I saw one I let it be thinking that it would help with keeping the cockroaches away. I had seen a couple cockroaches in the house so I thought it made sense. Now this spider I saw last week was big, many times larger than anything you see in Atlantic Canada, but whatever is lurking downstairs at the moment looks like it may have eaten that one for a snack. It’s eyes glowed green and it’s body was huge.
Unfortunately I can’t have a creature like that in my house. I’m 84kgs in weight, 185cm tall, and I am terrified of spiders. In this death match that is about to ensue I hope I come out the victor, if not, please tell my family I love them.


Tax Day

Today is the last day to submit the 2004 “individual income tax return of the Republic of China”. It’s my habit to leave many unpleasant things to the last possible moment. The GTD gang call this cringing and set up a how-to on Cringe-Busting your TODO list. I’ve read it but some habits are too hard to break.
Unlike in Canada where reducing your tax expenditures can be a complicated and paid obsession the process here is relatively painless. A simple one page form and you are finished. Seeing as this is Taiwan and their still exists a slight distrust of foreigners living here there are a few questions geared towards tracking your movements.
The remarkable thing about filing here is that the officers in charge of receiving your forms will actually find your mistakes in your form resulting in receiving a larger tax refund. Last year that meant an extra 15,000NT$ which meant a cheap holiday abroad. I can’t imagine anyone in Revenue and Taxation Canada has ever thought of this concept.


Everyday mysteries

I feel very fortunate to have found a large house to live in in the downtown area of Hsinchu. The house is old, horrifically ugly, and some important things don’t work (doors, hot water, toilets, the roof) but it affords the luxury of 4 floors in which to pile my junk. It’s relatively cheap too.
One of the unfortunate aspects is the lack of parking. The house is down a narrow alley which only just has room for scooters. The alley would be about the width of a sidewalk in Canada I suppose.
To find a place to park on the street is impossible most days and cost prohibitive. Luckily there is a parking garage a five minute walk away that offers a monthly rate with few people using it other than a small office building across the street. But at times the garage is quit full and I just don’t understand why.
The neighbourhood I live in has a multitude of restaurants, most of which are never terribly busy. I am surrounded by downtown malls as well but these have there own large underground parking facilities. So it’s a complete mystery as to why this garage gets full on some evenings.
In any other country I would accept the fact that people have decided to park in a central location and take a stroll to the restaurants, bars, and shopping centres that form a 10 minute walk of a circle around this parking area. But the simple fact is no one in Taiwan walks anywhere. It’s an impossible assumption. People here with drive around for an hour looking for a place to park so they don’t have to walk five minutes from their car to where ever they want to be.
So last night when I drove home and the parking garage was full, with a line up of cars waiting to enter, I felt like getting out of my car and asking people why they are parking there in some effort to explain this weird phenomenon. I know all the other parking garages had plenty of space so why choose the one farthest away from where people seem to want to be?
These boring and mundane mysteries of life in Taiwan are what keep you on your toes and put aside any chance you might slip into a sense of normalcy here. Life here doesn’t fit any mold.


Reflection

I didn’t quite make the deadline for the thesis this past Monday but as painful as it was I did manage a lot of words in a short period of time. Now if only the words made sense. The draft has been handed in and I have been taking a break.
A break is certainly needed and a holiday more so. I truly hope I can spend some time sitting somewhere away from technology where I can get bored and appreciate some sunshine or some basic green. Hsinchu can be like the worst Canadian winter, no sunshine and all grey and bland. In Canada it’s due to the weather, here it’s due to the pollution and the grey cinderblock aesthetic of the local architecture. If it wasn’t for the gaudy neon store signs there might be no colour in the city at all.
Having a couple days to think has been a Godsend. Many changes are afoot. Most if not all the team I used to work with are leaving the company or at least the division. These people were/are like family to me so it’s always sad to see people moving on. Move on we must though as new experiences and challenges are an important part of life. Working there can cause a person to get lethargic, uncreative, and just plain unproductive. This kind of challenge is always scary. If I am not moving forward, growing, changing, and learning then i am not happy. Finding opportunities that allow that to happen can be hard. I seem to have developed a habit where I find work that I have the least amount of experience in. I then spend my time struggling and learning within my new role. It’s exciting and a great challenge to leverage past experience and knowledge towards something seemingly entirely different.
I’m not sure exactly what I will do next. I know I can only go forward and not back. I want to create great product and great experiences. I want all these ideas out of my head and into the world. I want to affect people like I did when I was a musician. I don’t need applause perhaps just the knowledge that I created something that helped someone complete a task easier, made them smile, made them cry, or changed their thinking in some way. I’m not driven by money but by the people I work with. I’m starting to sound like I’m 26 yr old idealist and not the 37 year old slightly jaded veteran I am. That’s a good sign. I can use that enthusiasm.


The End

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. –Gilda Radner

I hesitate to write anything about work but in this case perhaps a careful exception can be made.
Now that I have had almost week to recover for the preparation for the exhibition and an ill timed cold it is time to deal with a major bombshell. My employer will lay off a significant number of staff. Challenges come in spades it seems as this announcement, preceded by a week of rumours, arrives just as I am supposed to be writing a detailed report on the exhibition. This report forms about 90% of my thesis, is a requirement for the degree, and must be submitted by the end of this month.
The irony of being asked to leave cannot be overstated. And yes though we have a choice as to leave now or in the future I was told very clearly that no work could be found for me.
It’s ironic as I have for a couple years been dissatisfied with the projects I have been apart of and had given some thought to seeking opportunities elsewhere. Now I will likely be forced too.
It’s ironic that it comes on the heels of the relative success of our exhibition. This exhibition was a means of displaying the ideas and prototypes of a short term project we (the team) had initiated. It was interesting high profile work with one of the best combinations of people I have worked with at the company for a long time. I would love to continue working with these people in the future and see the work we have begun result in something great. There is potential in this project I feel and it’s a shame to not be to follow through.
One of the surprising things about this announcement is the sadness I feel. The people I will be leaving are my family. They are my brothers, sisters, and mother. We have fought, some resent me, some don’t like me, and some are my close friends and mentors. They have become my Taiwan family. I am not young and have had the fortune of meeting, working with, and knowing many people in my life. I can honestly say that this group of people will forever be a part of me. The first few years of my employ at this company were a special experience by which all following experiences will never I’m sure compare.
When talking about the same issue Chientai quoted the following:

So do not worry, saying,


Drilling holes

I have a feeling that one of the national pass times for men in Taiwan is drilling holes in concrete. Here I am sitting in my office on a sunny Saturday trying to focus on completing some tasks with the room full of the sounds of drilling. It’s likely being carried down from 4 or 5 stories up and with out a doubt they are completing work absolutely essential to the success of this organisation (sarcasm). My place of employ is famous for these weekend ands sometimes weekday intrusions. The first question I always ask before coming in on the weekend is whether they are — waxing floors (toxic), spraying for bugs (toxic), building furniture (to use up budget), fooling with the air system (dusty), working on the walls (noise- like now), or fooling with the electricity (no power = no work). These all happen with incredible regularity.
Drilling is limited to work though. Spend anytime in an apartment building and you will soon here the weekly hole drilling work. It’s a wonder the buildings are still standing. I can understand, I just bought a Bosch drill, I ruined a borrowed one, and am using it to put up some frames on my strangely thin concrete walls. Now that the work is done I still feel compelled to drill holes. It’s about the only handyman thing i can accomplish in a rented house made of brick and concrete.
Taiwan is likely the noisiest culture I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.


The twelve days of ubi-Christmas

Pasted directly from Fredshouse and found courtesy of a Feedster news alert.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my research lab gave to me…
Twelve active badges
Eleven sensor networks
Ten wireless beacons
Nine memory prosthetics
Eight tangible interfaces
Seven smart home testbeds
Six virtual street games
Five ambient displays
Four healthcare monitors
Three museum guides
Two smart fabrics
and an RFID tag in a tree!
fredshouse.net: the twelve days of ubi-christmas


IC Radio Interview

線上聆聽Clark在IC之音廣播電台談他在工研院的工作與生活
I have no idea why I was chosen – if you follow the link you will find smart people doing cool research. I think my ideas are interesting and fun but the other interviewee’s are kings among kings. Anyway, interviews never turn out the way you hope and this one was no exception. Here is a text copy of my recent interview with IC radio. The links to the radio version are in Windows media format – I might put them up here as more acceptable mp3’s in the future but I doubt there will be much demand.

工業技術研究院-新聞-「工研院地球村」系列報導(2) (Interview text in Chinese).
Audio part 1 and part 2.


Protect the family jewels!!

There is never a dull moment here in Hsinchu, Taiwan. It may be hard to believe since Hsinchu’s claim to fame is primarily a science park full of high tech. factories and work hour traffic congestion. Yesterday’s slice of excitement helped provide the kind of wake up kick that coffee can’t come close to providing.
The shower in my house has trouble from time to time. Having only one water pump the water pressure tends to slack off as you reach the top floors. The result is almost always water that is too hot. Here in Taiwan (and many other places I am sure) we heat our water with a gas heater situated near the shower. This one is outside a window by the shower head allowing quick death if it ever explodes. Yesterday in yet another attempt to regulate the water temperature I opened the window to adjust the heater when what dropped in on my naked body was a bat. Quickly I covered my private parts in case it’s one of those ‘penis chomping vampire bats’ and yelled some expletives. Bats falling on me during my shower is not an experience I generally think of in the shower.
Luckily for me and ultimately unlucky for him the bat was not quite as alert as I. I proceeded to cover him/her/it with a plastic trash can and continue with my shower. After I showered and got dressed I grabbed some gloves and tongs with the intention of grabbing him/her/it to return to the ‘wild’. Unfortunately the bat had started to be more alert this time and was threatening to do unspeakable things like fly around my house and shit over everything. Well I assume bats are not to be taken too lightly as God knows what happens after a bite so I couldn’t let him/her/it escape and in the process I killed it. I’m a bit soft and felt pretty bad about it.
A rather traumatic start to my day but yet another in a long line of offbeat experiences that form my life in Taiwan.


Hot Babes

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Going through a large series of photos for a project I am working on I came across what could represent the ‘companies’ calendar girls. It’s not of course but I think at the time it is about the best they could do.


It seems I never learn.

I worked at home Friday to do some concentrated effort on a couple projects. I find it difficult to gain any focus in the office for tasks that actually require me to think creatively. Too many phones ringing all the time, at desk meetings, chit chat, and interruptions. Sometimes quiet and solitude are needed to which my home office these days is ideally suited especially since it has a more reliable and faster network. But working from home is definitely frowned upon because then everyone would want to do it and then who knows what might happen.
Well lately I’m swamped with work and dealing with one of those down periods that I go through periodically. It used to happen in January when I lived in Canada. In Taiwan it seems to be a constant threat. During these periods I often find it hard to get motivated, I’m listless, and certainly uninspired. The office is certainly not a place I find inspiration – not from the work lately anyway. So it’s with this I struggle and what suffers is time. Everything gets pushed back. So this weekend I am dealing with a Monday deadline, procrastinating by writing this very entry, and decided to take a drive on my scooter and drop into work to get started.
That is except that there is no power.
I have never seen a building that has the power problems that this does. I get the impression that every few months something goes awry and they have go and do a ton of work thereby shutting the place down. My house seems fine, can’t they scale this philosophy of ‘it was designed to work’. In every instance I swear it has happened when I needed to go to the office. Of course I never know when it happens. The Intranet, though pretty, is rather useless (and they stole content and photographs from a site of mine on one part of the site!). I never seem to learn. Here I was stumbling in the dark, I work in a basement pit, looking for a way down to my office. Though there was no power all I truly needed were some notes I made. I finally arrive without falling and breaking my neck, there are no working safety lights, and get to my office door and realise that the locks have been changed. I wasn’t issued new ones.
Just now checking my mail, a system that is surprisingly still working, I tried to retrieve a large file that was posted on a webftp server. Alas that system does seem to be down as I all I get is an internal server error.
And people wonder why I have become more of a pessimist. Some days things don’t go quite as planned.


Super sized.

I had a dream the other night that I looked like the fat guy in Fight Club. I’m getting close I think – just give myself another few months and my ever expanding gut and chest will compete with the best of them.
I have reached the age it seems where I have to make a conscious effort to look after myself. It’s amazing to approach middle age (i’ve got a few years) and realise that nothing will come easy any more – I gotta work to just be normal.
Getting on the scales and realising that I have gained about 4 kilos these past 7 months was both disheartening and heartening. Heartening in that I haven’t gained more and disheartening in that I worked hard at one time to bring myself down to normality. Normality is really normal but on the Canadian east coast it would be considered malnourished. Too many drive through ‘restaurants’ and factory processed foods high in soy – salt – and artificial flavour and low in the good things.
Between the monster sized security personal in Vancouver and the super sized eaters at home I felt like a little guy travelling to Canada this past Chinese New Year. This despite being 184cm tall and 82kilo in weight. It’s good to live there. It makes you feel good about yourself. In fact I think people back home totally have everything backwards about what is so great about the place. All the emphasis on instant oral satisfaction – they forgo sexual kind (at least in the media) – and eat any new kind of processed food with amounts that indicate obsession. Consume consume. It’s no wonder there is a ‘war on drugs’ and an obsession with keeping sexual pleasure out of the public consciousness (you can’t even show a woman’s nipple in the US). If people smoke dope and feel free to explore their sexuality, will that fulfil them to the point that corporations lose money? People seek pleasure. Corporations want them to get that from a Big Mac (or 3) or a Mars bar.
I don’t feel this same pressure in Asia primarily because of the life I have created here. The markets are great here as well – fresh fruit is abundant. But the one thing which is difficult and that people back home seem to neglect in favour of a visit to McDonald’s is leading an active lifestyle. All the options that are available to me when I lived in Canada simply can’t be had here. There is no way I am riding a mountain bike to work everyday here, nor is there an abundance of places to walk and enjoy the outdoors. There are many weekend getaways where you can enjoy nature and get some exercise. Unfortunately, there will be so many people that you may not see the forest for the trees, so to speak.
So it’s off to the track at the local junior high school. Around and around and around. People back home don’t know how good they have it.


Perfect Massage in Taipei

“Chung Shan N. Rd, Section 7, across the street from the Sizzler, before you reach Pizza Hut. There’s a place on the corner of that alley, on Chung Shan, which looks sort of like a tea shop at first glance, until you see the feet massage benches inside. They have rooms downstairs for body massages. $1500+. #15 was the set of hands which worked on me.”

Corbett claims to have found the perfect set of hands in a visit to a massage parlour in Tien-mu.

Is it ok to say parlour I wonder? It conjures up images in my mind of busty women in pink teddies smoking cigarettes and asking you if you want the ‘special treatment’. Not that I know from experience mind you.

As Corbett explains finding a good massage in Taiwan is a hit or miss proposition. I have theories as to why this might be but I think I should keep it to myself. I can’t say I have ever enjoyed the experience whenever I have tried and gave up looking for a good spot over a year ago. Well with his recommendation and my love of massage it just might be worth a drive to Tien-mu. I’ll skip the foot massage though. I just can’t handle that.





Its a windy day in Taiwan’s windy city.

The temperature is rising and the sun is shining. The wind has the added effect of blowing all the bad smells and pollution away from the city. Unfortunately it also generates allot of dirt and sand that immediately hits you in your eyes and face. Driving my scooter today I realised that my body on top of a small scooter is somewhat like a large sail on small boat. It’s great when the wind is at your back but when a gust hits me on my side it makes for some comedic driving. I kept wondering if I would be blown of my scooter to the delight of the passing motorists.
Driving my little decrepit scooter is still something of a shock to my manhood. I mean real men drive Harley’s not 125cc Kymco’s. I know some locals try to be the equivalent of cool when driving but I remain unconvinced. I shudder when I drive by a reflective store window, I always try to look in the windows of the ‘barber shops’ in the hopes of seeing some old scrag performing some illicit act, and I see my hulking shape atop a “girlie bike”. I put a couple Apple stickers on mine to compensate.
A cousin of mine who when I was growing up was a “cool guy” who could fight and get girls was home in Charlottetown when I was visiting a couple or more years ago. He was a Chef at a resort in Bermuda and now is Executive Chef at a hotel at home. I told him about how I got around the city – I think I was a bit embarrassed. But his telling me that in Bermuda it was the preferred mode of transport for him gave me some small comfort. If the “cool guy” when I was growing could drive one than I shouldn’t worry. Except I’m 36 now I shouldn’t really be reflecting on what is cool when your 14.
I have since bought a car. A piece of junk for sure, but a big piece of junk and one that doesn’t blow all over the road when driving in Hsinchu. In a sign of my age it’s a mid size sedan with flowered seat covers.
Tonight I’ll drive home taking the usual route using the Taiwan aggressive no rules driving technique. I’ll say a little prayer hoping that no one succeeds in hurting me as all the drivers want to do, believe me everyone is invisible, even babies on the side of the road. I just hope that the wind is my sails and at at my back.


You know you’ve been in Taiwan too long when

Apparently this list has been circulating on the internet since Kane met Able and despite the risk of pissing some people off I thought I might repost it here. Some of it is slightly funny and some too close to my own experience. Anyway, you know you’ve been in Taiwan too long when…
1. You can order the entire McDonald’s menu in Chinese.
2. You decide it makes more sense to drive a motorcycle instead of a car.
3. More than one garment has been ruined by betel-nut spit.
4. More than one garment has been ruined by salty sweat stains.
5. More than one garment has been ruined by food grease.
6. Someone doesn’t stare at you and you wonder why.

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Life in Taiwan 11

I’ve often looked for a solution to a problem which has perplexed me for much of my time here in Taiwan. I have noticed an overall lack of interest in community standards that would govern how we interact and treat one another Standards which in creating a more harmonious environment might raise the quality of life. In Canada a number of these standards, some of which are law, some of which are social, govern things such as aesthetics, cleanliness, basic services, and noise. Being a guest here I can grow somewhat accustomed to the general ugliness of the urban environment, the dirt that comes with so many Asian cities, and even the suprising lack of basic services like good water (pressure). But the one thing that I have a hard time with is noise.
I tend to enjoy living in cities. I like the sounds of life one hears in the city. But in Taiwan these sounds are taken to new heights not be the city itself but by your neighbours.
Since moving to Hsinchu I’ve put up with the constant noise of illegal fireworks going off outside my bedroom window by some guy training pigeons, bad karaoke at 2am Monday morning, trucks going down the street laying on their horns for no known reason, 8 am Sunday picture hanging fests. (drilling into concrete), loud prayer meetings, crashing of doors at all hours, and the list could go on and on. The latest activity is the remodeling of a building 6 houses down from me. This has to be without a doubt the longest house remodelling project in history. Because they are taking down the concrete walls day after day has been filled with the constant defining drone of small jackhammer against concrete wall. During working hours this wouldn’t be much of a problem, except that these people like to start work at 7am on Saturday and Sunday. And no one says anything! Either people here love living in an environment that is a constant source of irritation and stress or their is something else at work. In my experience this is beyond rude and in most other countries would result in the police showing up at your door.
Usually the answer I get on this problem from locals is simply, “This is Taiwan, it’s different” or “It’s like that everywhere”. There is a discussion on a local community web site which seems to have a plausable answer.
“I think that about 90% of the problems in Taibei stem from one thing: apathy. People don’t care about police corruption, or at least feel powerless to change it. The same goes for political corruption. The same goes for the dehumanizing exam system. And for illegal buildings. And Mercedes parked in front of fire hydrants. And all the myriad forms of sidewalk violations. And many, many, many other problems. ”
“In the debate over universal love vs. family-centered love, Confucianism won out. Mozi said that people should love all people equally; Mencius argued that it’s natural for people to love their parents more than strangers. The amount you should care about someone is inversely proportional to the distance of their relationship to you. You should love your parents more than life itself, but total strangers don’t even come onto the radar screen.”
“… that because of the “Five Relationships”, people driving literally cannot see other drivers or pedestrians when they’re driving, because those people do not fall into that person’s “Five Relationships” (i.e. they’re not his ruler, wife/husband, child, teacher, or friend), so to that person they don’t exist. In that driver’s eyes, he is really the only mofo driving down that street. Same goes for the guy who cuts in front of you in line at the store. Everyone else simply doesn’t exist in their world, they’re invisible. When I’ve said this before, it’s obviously tongue-in-cheek, but surprisingly, most of my Taiwanese friends have said that, basically, that’s the way it is. Unless people outside of those aforementioned relationships directly comes into contact with you, they’re not even there.”
Follow the discussion here: Confucianism – the source of local apathy


Are you a workaholic?

“If you are spending a lot of hours working, is it passion or workaholism that’s driving you? Chang, author of The Passion Plan, says that if your work is motivated by guilt, other’s people’s messages, or the desire to avoid doing something else, then it’s workaholism. Other signs include feeling emotionally and physically drained at the end of the day and not having a good work/personal life balance.
“Passion leads to pleasure. Workaholism leads to burnout,” says Lisa Stone, President of Fit for 2, Inc. When you discover the work that fuels your passions, the resulting energy and fulfillment will tell you you’ve hit the mark.” Accredited to Jugglezine.
Link: Passionate or Work Addicted?