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6 days ago

Yulong, no see

There was a story I heard a couple of times when I lived in Banquio about a Taiwanese businessman who fell asleep in the back of his BMW after a night out with clients and staff. He fell asleep i...


July 23, 2020

Manhunt

I put my bike in the back of the RV and drive down to Milltown. I have a trailer for the goat rodeo that I have to look at and then I want to ride along the old railway line. It’s raining hard l...


March 31, 2020

Bei Ping Inn

There’s a little guesthouse in Houwan, Hengchun called the Bei Ping Inn. The Bei Ping Inn is on the main road, right across from the Maanshan Nuclear Power Plant. If you are on the bus, you have ...


I’m living in the future, but also living in the past and I have time to spare, money too, living cheap here in the faraway east, in a land that was never really significant enough to remember, l...


The road trip to Taipei is now by high-speed rail, zooming north at 200km/hr. What was once an all-day, exhausting highway journey, jostling amongst little blue bison, dented and utilitarian and...


When people tell me that they love the Autumn, the first thing I think is, “you, my friend are a short-term thinker”. With autumn follows winter. But then with autumn and winter, I also think of ...


We’ve never had a TV in our living room and we’ve never watched TV together as a family. It’s not like I was homeschooled or anything and that I have unusual views about society. It’s just that t...


September 13, 2019

Rich

When I look back, there often isn’t much I would do differently. There are more things that I wouldn’t have done than those than I wish I would have. That’s something. Regrets, I have a few, but ...


I put in a quick call to Mama Wong at the Soontang Gardens to see if I had any messages. She had served the military during the Vietnam War and she still ran a barber shop smack dab ground zero, ...


July 22, 2019

Think of Paris

Last night I was laying in bed listening to “It’s an American Life”, the granddaddy of all great postcasts. It was a repeat from about two decades ago. Three stories about American’s relationship...


I arrive in Israel by ferry from Rhodes via Cyprus at the end of October. I’m traveling on my British passport, since I’m in Europe and all. I’m also traveling under an assumed name when asked — ...


Here at the No.2 Pencil, we ask for the benefit of our valued customers that you park your vehicles behind the blue line. It is the right thing to do. Our customers are important to our business....


July 09, 2019

Peter’s laundry

In India, I’m alway thinking about food. In India, I’m reading a book about randomness. In India, I’m traveling with Peter and Wendy, two of the worst travellers imaginable. This is a story of...


July 06, 2019

lush life

Taipei is ugly. It is a concrete and rebar, plastic sign and cracked and uneven sidewalk steeple chase of a blade runner nightmare, on its good days. On it’s bad days, the rain comes down and th...


June 30, 2019

Dominion Day

It’s the long weekend — Canada Day. The day we celebrate our perseverance of hardship. The day we blame our fathers and forefathers for landing us here in this bleak and barren land of naught. It...


It’s like that line, in that song. I remember the feeling but not the detail. We were out at the Jazz Club. The band was excellent. The singer, (I hate to be a critic), but the singer seemed to ...


few notice. I’m having a nice time, just me and the dog. The missus is away for a few nights and I’m busy with work and sleep, getting out of bed just before 10am, instead of the usual 6 or 6:30,...


June 19, 2019

Hello, gents

The house around the corner sold, sold in four days, sold over-asking, so I heard. It was listed for $850,000. Sold for $915,000, maybe $905,000 depending on who you ask. I shared this informati...


June 18, 2019

Phoning the cops

I call from a phone on a spare desk in my office. I know it will look suspicious if anyone sees me on the phone there in the middle a sea of a vacant desks, but I don’t care if I get caught. I am...


June 17, 2019

Bhogra lunch

Harder to figure out than Chinese algebra, the script of this language, I walk alone through the streets looking for buses that will announce the bus station. No trains since the 70’s, I’ve been ...


June 14, 2019

Leaving Taipei

The day I left Taipei it was 38C and 80% humidity and I was severely hungover. First thing, I went down to the closest bike shop and asked if they has a box that I could have. I needed it to ship...


June 13, 2019

Downtown Krautown

What a shit hole. Visiting used bookstores. Looking for an atlas of North America. Just for fun. Just to get a bird’s eye view of upcoming road trips. Have to buy some potato chips. I thought Kra...


I’d rather walk a mile for a camel, through a dry and cracked lakebed with my shorts on my head, than run to WeeZee’s again for a flemmy cup of joe. Old hackster. The radio pulling me down, playi...


June 08, 2019

clownfish in the coral

Ice cubes are not something you normally see at breakfast time. Hamburgers are another. But when you are in an airport in Beijing, Barcelona or Beirut, anything goes. I’ve arrived in the Beijing ...


In a Phnom Penh used bookstore I spend an hour browsing but it’s worth it as I emerge with what turns out to be a wonderful Steven King book about time travel. What’s better is that it is 1200 pa...


Book Description

I wrote with my friends. Almost everyone did. Sometimes I wrote too much. Sometimes, others did.
I liked to write. I still like to write. But I did not write to the point of blacking out, and I never sexually assaulted anyone. There is a bright line between writing, which I gladly do, and which I fully embrace, and sexually assaulting someone, which is a violent crime.