through the looking glass

Happy Monday. Or not.

In case you are wondering what the hack is happening to this blog. "I did not sign up for a PHOTOBLOG! (not that anything is wrong with it...)" My dear readers, my most sincere apologies. (And if you are actually happy about not having to read my ramblings, you are absolutely welcome!) Just got back [...]

The Perfect Meeting

 

 

Vegas Baby

Anybody interested in listening to more of my drunken tales? This time in Vegas? Well, no matter. I need to write this all down so I can relive my glory days when I am in my 80s... I sure do hope the Interwebs are still going strong "50" years from now... We had never been [...]

Pride

I had to travel to San Francisco this weekend, and therefore I had the good fortune of participating in the 41st San Francisco Pride Parade. My lucky star shone on me for I was able to drag Brilliant Sulk to walk in the pride with me. Yes you heard that right. WE. WALKED. IN. THE. [...]

A-Ha

As I was sitting in the cafeteria during lunch hour today, I noticed that the music selection has been veering towards the 80s this week. "Did you notice the music?" I asked my one co-worker who has transferred to the new office with me. (So yes I am now surrounded by actual people every day [...]

Leaving

    I started getting it, bit by bit, that the thing between parents and children, the thing that ties you together is that all your life, you are forever watching them walking away. [The inadequate, rough translation mine] I read this in a book by Lung Ying-tai, a renowned cultural critic in Taiwan, on [...]

Jet Lag is a Bitch

It's 2:46 am here in Taipei. I have been awake since 1, lying quietly next to the exhausted boys who passed out at 8 pm, which means they'll be up and ready to go any minute now. Jet lag sucks ass when you are traveling with kids. I am also typing this on my stupid [...]

Red Envelopes

For Chinese New Year, instead of wrapped-up presents, children are given cold hard cash inside red envelopes for good luck. We are a practical people. I still remember the excitement on Chinese New Year's eve: after the big dinner, my parents would call me to their bedroom and hand me a red envelope. My parents [...]

. . . p.s. Obviously backdated so it appears to have been published on a Sunday. These pictures were taken a week before but I have been to lazy busy to do anything about them. .