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I saw a photograph one time of a warehouse in China where art is mass-produced. The canvas goes down an assembly line and every artist dabs a bit of paint on it. The art at the end of the line is...


When I lived in Taipei back in the day, driving was pretty wild, a lot like the traffic in Phnom Penh and Hanoi is today. Traffic in these places is like a river flowing through a canyon whereas ...


4 days ago

Shangqui Bing Gwan

I never thought at the time, way back when that the decisions I was making would put me on a Chinese train rocking slowly and rhythmically through the night. I never thought when I arrived in Tai...


Watching the cows wandering through the morning market stealing veggies when they could was the best thing about Diu, a little Portugese-infused island off the coast of Jugurat. I would sit with...


Like diner food, a hot turkey sandwich, shoestring fries on the side, a cup of coffee in a thick porcelain mug, a corner booth with a view out the window to the cars, trucks and rvs in the parkin...


January 07, 2021

Serenity Towers

Mavis, who lived directly across the hall from me, was the queen of stating the obvious. “Sure is hot”, she’d say if she got onto the elevator with you in the middle of the afternoon. “Sure is wi...


January 06, 2021

Toothpicks with Lois

We never really understood each other back then. We were just too young and without enough life experience. For me, there was just too much more out there to be discovered. I had a pretty good i...


January 03, 2021

Pygmies at a border crossing

Three days at the border, waiting with the truck drivers and the pygmies, the families and the solo travellers, all of us waiting for the border to open. Maybe tomorrow, maybe later today for a f...


December 31, 2020

Earl at a pivotal time

Lying on the side of the road as traffic passes you by is the loneliest feeling in the world according to Earl from New Brunswick after he wiped out his motorcycle on the way to a teaching gig in...


December 29, 2020

The cappuccino evasion

People sometimes ask me what I do for a living. I always lie. I tell them I’m a carpenter. I tell them I’m a retired sea captain. I tell them I’m a rodeo clown. That’s the one they never believe...


December 27, 2020

Bushiban

Up in the bushiban we have four desks pushed together in the centre of the room and then two more along the short wall and three on the long wall. I sit with my back to the big window, right next...


November 17, 2020

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...


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.