Thursday, March 22, 2007

Oh herro,

So my current plan is to leave my job in 3 weeks, which has me teetering on the precipice of pure joy and excitement unrivalled since...actually i seriously can't remember when. i can just imagine myself walking out of there, smiling, laughing, and most likely twirling down the street with my arms raised, hugging surprised construction workers and confused mothers, and yelling "Duuueee," the one chinese word i've learned so far.

So, seriously, I want some good/hilarious ideas for the reason I am quitting. So far, I have 2 ideas: option 1) talk for 15 minutes straight about nothing really in an attempt to confuse them, burst into tears and run out the door screaming "It just isn't fair!" 2) tell them that my mother's prize-winning poodle has given birth to a litter of puppies and I have to return home to help raise them.

Anyways, here are some embarrassing/hilarious pictures of people I am travelling with and/or want to see while I am doing the Southeast Asia thang:



brokeback mountain 2: a whole new set of issues


MVP: Allan Ottaway



OK, Lev isn't coming, but I just really like this picture.


Wednesday, March 21, 2007

I am now accepting suggestions for the excuse I can use to quit my job. Special credit will be given for creativity and/or hilarity.

St. Patrick's Day is a holiday wholeheartedly embraced by all the foreigners in Taiwan, but not so much by everyone else. We went to the only "Irish" (?) pub in Taipei, which was pretty laughable. And as it is when you dont know many people, we got belligerently drunk and made the best of it. The night was certainly enhanced by the promoters of the upcoming Kenny G concert in Taipei. These over-enthusiastic supporters of the great (? haha) saxophone genius (haha) dutifully decided to line several city blocks surrounding Taipei Arena (site of the 2009 Deaflympics!) with Kenny G flags. A solid portion of the night was spent attacking these poles and stealing the aforementioned flags. Dave and I could be found the rest of the night with pockets jam-packed with Kenny G, handed them out as gifts to thankful (?) new friends and attempting to wear them as capes, which I think was the best idea I have ever had. We also ran into Dave's ex-flame (hahaha) Tina aka Tbone, who we insisted appear in a variety of pictures with us and Kenny G:




Anyways, we were both somewhat surprised to wake up with a pile of about 10 Kenny G flags on our floor on Sunday morning, so if you want one now is the time to put in a request. I do remember walking home though, and thinking how funny it would be if I got mugged and all the thief got out of it was an assortment of Kenny G flags.

You can add the name Hawk to the list of hilarious english names. my question is, what baby name book got sent to Taiwan? Names are: very dated; somewhere in the ilk of Momo or Coco or some other o-o name; accidentally named after some sort of trait, like Unique or Mystery; or an animal, such as Hawk (a 45 year old insurance salesman) or Bear. Fantastic.

Dave and I are both very ready to leave, especially as we plan routes and destinations all over the place. I would say that, for me, living in Taipei has been an unqualified success. Living in such an insanely different place, the night markets, etc... has been really great. However, the teaching, and particularly my bosses, have made that part of the experience less than amazing. It is especially frustrating, because there are times when you have the greatest kids who make everything fun and worthwhile, and other times when you get a kid with a lisp who spits in your face when he talks, whines constantly and creepily rubs your leg as you mark his quiz (this means Ken aka my nemesis, who I'm certain is in for a long and fruitful life in a methodone clinic). If I can, I would like to briefly note that I am also very, very impressed with the whining ability of the children here. Without stopping to take a breath, they can go on with a "Nooooooooooooooooooooo, Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii dooooooooooon't waaaaaaant toooooooooo teeeeeacher Duuuuuuncan" for 60 seconds plus. With the poor quality of the air here, I am very impressed with their lung capacity for such small children.

I told my bosses I wanted a lot of hours, and they responded by working me almost 40 hours a week, which becomes about 50 when everything is included. All right, I realize that that doesn't sound like that much compared to most jobs, but little Dodo needs my attention at every possible second so there is no rest. Despite all of my hours and busyness level, if there is ever any small complaint by a parent, as there is bound to be since I a) have no idea what I'm doing and b) will go to any length to avoid marking quizzes or homework (apparently including dropping them in a urinal), I get demolished in broken chinglish by the bosses. As a result of this, I get to spend even more time with my teacher trainer and his slicked back hair, numerous skull rings and cocaine pinky finger nail. Isn't that some sort of an injustice? I get yelled at in a language I don't understand for not teaching little Hopper how to speak ingrish good, and Skull-rings is getting high in the squatter toilet stall. Anyways, my Irish friend at work has pointed out that I can take solace in the fact that I am probably earning more money than all of my bosses due to my high volume of hours, and the irony in that is that the more hours they give me, the sooner I can quit my job and run away from them. By the way, if you are every thinking of coming to Taiwan/China to work, I recommend that you learn Chinese first, so as to eavesdrop on all of the things everyone is saying about you, both the bad and the overly good that you dont want to actually hear from the frightening secretaries.

Now that I finally know how to put videos on here, this one is gorge swinging at Vic Falls in Zambia:



Until next time...

Thursday, March 15, 2007

If you sit in a park long enough during a lunch break in Taipei, you may be lucky enough to see a bunch of friends, all businessmen, just trying to unwind:



amazing... can you imagine that on bay street in toronto? "so, john...is the dance troupe meeting in the park for lunch today?" "no phil, gary pulled his hamstring, so we are gonna meet up on thursday." "all right great, i'll make sure to stretch in my office on thursday." "great, see you there."

My playlist right now:
Explosions in the sky-your hand in mine
arcade fire-intervention, ocean of noise, no cars go
shins-phantom limb, sleeping lessons, australia
iron and wine-trapeze swinger
isley brothers-shout
polyphonic spree-move away and shine
wilson pickett-land of 1000 dances
neil young-wonderin
neil young-helpless
patrick watson-shame
bob marley-redemption song
dispatch-bullet holes
rhcp-tell me baby
talib kweli-beautiful struggle
strokes-12:51
strokes-vision of division
strokes-you only live once
xavier rudd-solace
pearl jam-i got shit, state of love and trust
killers-when you were young
albert hammond jr-in transit, call an ambulance, scared, everyone gets a star
patrick watson-luscious life
chicago-if you leave me now
bob dylan-thunder on the mountain
crystal skulls-weak spot
mos def-umi says
k-os-born to run
explosions in the sky-the birth and death of the day
sun kil moon-carry me ohio

Monday, March 12, 2007

Oh herro,
You know, I feel sorry for all of the other students in my class that has the kid named Bear in it. I seriously spend 50% of the class incredulously yelling "BEEEEAR!!! You are the man!", yelling at other kids for not giving themselves such creative names that bring me happiness, or doing my secret handshake with Bear that mostly involves him growling at other kids. Incidentally, Bear is dumb as a rock and has pretty much no idea what I am ever talking about. There are plenty of hilarious kids that can make teaching for many many hours a little more bearable. For example, there would be Sam, who I think is about 4 years old, wears baby blue gigolo pants everyday and spins around in circles on the floor when he gets excited (although this may be because I think he is slightly handicapped, but he is great all the same). There is a little girl named Anita who is great too, as atleast once a class some asshole kid named Hans pisses her off and she rocks him with a hard kick to the shin. She weighs maybe 55 pounds soaking wet and Hans is scared shitless of her, she's my enforcer.

yesterday i gave the kids in one class a quiz, and during the class break went to listen to some music and mark their tests. on the way back to class i had to go to the bathroom and yada yada yada urinals yada yada yada momo didnt get her test back because it is now a little wet and fragrant, but she was rewarded 100% due to my efforts. Momo, far from the sharpest knife in the drawer, has a slight discrepancy in the quiz marks that appear in the grade book now: 32, 41, 23, 100 (wetness incident).

we havent really been partying too much because we are trying to save our money for travelling pretty much exclusively. however, we decided to make night of it on saturday, and walked around taipei for awhile. we bought some jim beam in a 7-11 and held court outside on the steps outside with a guy who was so drunk that the cycle of his night went: wake up, be so drunk that he couldnt hold his head up, knock himself out on his own knee, then wake up again. actually, to slightly digress, it amazes me how difficult it is for asians here to a)hold their liquor b)know when enough is enough. in most of the clubs they have large basins in the washrooms actually reserved for vomit and there are inevitably 3 guys passed out, hanging over the sides. anyways, we were drinking jim beam outside of 7-11, making friends by speaking broken chinglish with passersby, including the bouncer from a bar impressively named "Night Person" and I can still confidently state that it is still a novelty to see white people in Taiwan, as you can see.....


and i can also say that it is a novelty for me to see whities too. in fact, when we finally got to the bar seeing a white girl with blond hair so surprised me that i blurted out "Whitey!!!" It wasn't too hard to get her attention anyways, as her 200 pound frame didn't really have suitors clamouring for her affections, but she responded enthusiastically by grinding with an inwilling morrison for the remainder of the night. dave and i were also really excited to make friends with what we thought was a normal white guy from san diego. however, it became quickly apparent that he had no interest in meeting girls, or guys for that matter, he just wanted to dance. and dance he did, all night long, by himself. what is with taiwan that it attracts such odd people? since the big boned girl was monopolizing most of dave's time, i spent most of the night attaching myself to dancing circles of taiwanese people and jamming a fake microphone in their face so that they would shout out the lyrics to a song in hilarious broken english: "i amn't no hollering back GIIIIIIRL". to which i would respond enthusiastically with my one chinese word "DUUUUUAE" which i think means yes. twas a good nite indeed.

i have a few adult classes and spend alot of them just chatting with my students about life in taiwan, their political leanings, travels, etc... One of the most interesting things I've talked to them all about is what they think about China and their own desires for Taiwanese independence. I was really surprised by their feelings about it, especially since I, for one, certainly thought that all Taiwanese people really wanted to terminate their affiliation with China. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that the popular belief in North America assumes the same. However, from what I gather, most people here are quite content with the current arrangement. Realistically, they all feel that their island is sovereign in everything but name, and it wouldn't be worth the bloodshed to secede from China. I think, if they had a choice to become independent with no ramifications from China, they would choose to do so. But, they all seemed very certain that it would be unwise to go to the trouble of angering China just for some international recognition. Pretty interesting...

One more thing, I guess recently 2 young women, a canadian and an australian, were killed in a hostel fire in Chile. while I didnt know either of them, I guess it really struck a chord with me because the Canadian girl, Emily Longworth, was from West Vancouver and went to Queen's as well. While they weren't doing anything inherently risky, maybe it is worth remembering that travelling abroad in itself is inherently risky. It is unfortunate, but the culture of backpacking often brings with it constant attempts to one-up other travellers. If it isn't a contest about who has been away from home for longer, it's about who has done the craziest shit or seen the most genuine stuff. This tragedy underscores the importance of avoiding the need to do inappropriately dangerous things to impress other people and to just do things that you love to do along the way. It is worth using these 2 deaths as a lesson in remembering that no destination or story is worth getting hurt far away from home.

anyways, with that in mind, we are now trying to nail down our travel plans, but it's a little hard to figure out visas, flights, etc... we are pretty sure we are going to give indonesia a complete miss in the interest of not getting blown up, but hope to go to malaysia, malaysian sarawak, 'nam, laos, cambodia, thailand and possibly buuuurma time/ethical issues notwithstanding. so, i am going to quit my job around april 21st, explore taiwan a bit and head to the south of the island to see geoff martin, and craig pollock and his new fiancee. in may i am hoping to head to the philippines to volunteer for awhile, but that is all still a bit up in the air. get the new arcade fire album, it is rad....

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Hawaii pictures









whale breaching at sunset

big fuckin caldera
caldera

caldera

viagara commercial

our house for the week


bodie from point break was hanging out in front of our place



Sunday, March 04, 2007

Mmm holla,
I read a book recently, which I've mentioned before, called "The Rebel Sell: Why the Culture Can't be Jammed" and really enjoyed it. It is quite all-encompassing, and is guaranteed to make you think, if anything. As I am right now living in a culture that can only be described as a complete 180 from western culture, it especially made me think. Basically, it's main thesis opines that "counterculture" is a myth; instead of effectively damaging "The Man" or "The System" aka our western culture that is based on capitalism and consumerism, it actively perpetuates and drives exactly what it is supposedly rebelling against. For example, the magazine Adbusters is supposedly a magazine/organization created by people driven to advance anti-consumerist ideals. Several years ago, Adbusters came out with its own subversive sneaker, which was created with the intention of "uncooling" Nike and providing a market for anti-consumers. What? Vans and Adidas and Converse and every other shoe brand have been attempting to "uncool" Nike for years. In fact, it is the whole point of capitalism. And, if this "subversive" brand becomes cool, more and more people will buy it, thus increasing consumption.

In the process of explaining the ephemeral nature of "coolness", as well as culture and counterculture, and their interdependent relationships with eachother, the authors spent a significant amount of time examining culture itself. I found these parts especially interesting, even if it wasn't really the main crux of the book. I guess culture isn't really something I've spent alot of time thinking specifically about, even though one of the main reasons I've always wanted to travel is to experience new cultures and meet people from other walks of life. I suppose, very generally, culture can be defined as the behaviours and beliefs of a group of people. It manifests itself in the way people dress, what they eat, what music they listen to, how they can and can't act in public, etc... and how all these facets interact with each other. As we were born and raised in our society, we don't think of the subtleties inherent to our culture and how we act, eat, dress, etc... We finally do begin to think about these things when we are placed in a culture that is so confounding and different that we are forced to wonder what the fuck is going on. This, of course, is culture shock. And if I could choose one word to describe culture shock, I would have to pick "Asia".

The extension of this idea brings me to the point that the subtleties of cultures, ie. the unspoken social code that governs society and prevents chaos, are so firmly grasped, accepted and used that anger, confusion, and trouble ensue whenever they aren't followed. For example, what would you think if a person walked down the street and made eye contact with everyone who they walked past or if they walked into an elevator and stood facing backwards towards everyone else? What if they double-dipped a chip? Are they batshit fuckin loco? Well, obviously, why else would they do such a thing, right? Actually, isn't it interesting that elsewhere in the world this may be completely acceptable socially. In North America, if 2 men walked down the street holding hands, they would immediately be labeled as gay, and in some places, ostracized or targeted for abuse. In Africa I saw men holding hands all the time, where it is a sign of love and respect for a good friend. In North America we don't eat every single part of an animal (with our knowledge anyways), whereas in Asia I have seen some animal body parts laid out for consideration that I didn't even know existed. Furthermore, in Asia, Bryan Adams is a god, whereas in Canada, we just think "Summer of '69" is a pretty sweet song. And finally, whereas you are a hick everywhere else in the world if you wear all jean, in Canada, it is a tuxedo....OK well maybe not. Anyways, due to the accepted subtleties of our culture ie. socially acceptable behavior, we obviously think that there is something wrong with a person who doesn't follow by the rules.

The other extension of this thinking that came to mind, was that it actually explains the genius of shows like Seinfeld. all that show did was poke fun at situations in which someone didnt quite follow the social code; for example, they double dipped a chip, peed in the locker room shower or carry a european carryall. add a few outrageous characters who care too much about the people who make the social mistakes, and hilarity ensues. see, this showbiz shit isn't too hard... anyways, just some stuff that has been on my mind a bit.


so, chalk up another few scooter accidents to the tally. as dave said, i am surprised there are still people alive here to ride these fucking things. we were walking home the other day and saw a guy careen into a parked hummer near our house. since we have already determined that it must be a drug dealer who owns this car, we werent surprised to see the dazed rider pick himself up, glance at the car he had hit, gasp, and flee the scene like he's never fleed the scene before. also, new names of people i'm teaching: misty, young, jojo, and my new favorite, momo. oy, i can see her future. "so, what can you add to the dairy queen family, uhhh...momo?"

we've discovered that the best way to have a great experience here is to just pick a direction and start walking, as "asia is in the alleys." it's amazing what you can find. the other day was some sort of national peace day, and we had the day off, so we picked a direction and just started walking. it was really one of the best things i've done in taiwan yet. pretty near our apartment we found a food market, and a cool little clothes market as well. after that, we decided to walk towards a mountain we could see on the edge of the city. it took us awhile, and on the way we came across an indoor fishing place, where you are able to catch very very small fish and then fry them up yourself. while i dont speak chinese, i am almost certain i understood one girl's body language as saying, "way to give me the worst first fucking date on earth ever." to her new boyfriend. when we finally made it to the top of the small mountain, we were only partially surprised to hear off-key singing emanating from a small entrance. we ventured inside, and were greeted by many overjoyed middle aged asians doing what they do best: karaoke and getting very drunk off very little alcohol. only in asia, could you hike up a small mountain only to find a cave with a karaoke machine and a group of people willing to use it. despite our thinly veiled desire to join them, we were sadly not invited. sigh. we settled for buying beers from them and stumbled to the lookout in the dark. a very beautiful spot with the whole city lit up. unfortunately, it was not quite as romantic as it sounds, and while dave and i both agreed that we could probably think of some people we would rather have been up there with, it was a pretty great find. so, let me know if you ever come to taipei, as i know a beautiful spot for you and a loved one, complete with booze from a cave, a view of the city, and non-optional serenading from a group of wasted asians.

speaking of drunk asian people, one of the funnest things to do near our place is to go wait outside the hotel bar. this hotel bar somehow manages to produce the drunkest people i have ever seen. these people are so drunk that the guy with his own vomit and blood all over himself is the one holding up his friend, who is comatose. there is almost always a few people splayed all over the sidewalk, it's like flanders taipei field over there.

last nite we decided to just walk around another night market and have a few beers, since i for some reason had to work on sunday. this was because there was a holiday on saturday and for some reason they just switched, really rendering the idea of a holiday useless. anyways, it was a pretty lowkey nite, until we found a kids game where you bounce pingpong balls into tubes for points. it didnt take long for the two white idiots to attract a small crowd of wellwishers, fans, and other idiots. the bad news is that there are now most likely a number of pictures of me slamming beers while bouncing ping pong balls into a tube on the internet. the good news is that we won prizes in the form of more plastic suction cup guns than we can ever hope to have a use for. check out the new pics below, with hawaii ones to come soon,
talk soon.

The sea of roofs on all sides around our apartment building


sunset from our roof

the next 3 are views of taipei from the romantic perch above the city, amazing spot


the aforementioned incredibly drunk dudes outside of the hotel bar near our place, i'm not even mad, just impressed that people could get this drunk.
the hilarious cave karaoke bar on top of a mountain

the indoor fishing joint

me fail ingrish? that's unpossible.
taipei
view of the city after a hike. right beside this viewpoint is a sports facility that for some reason is also on top of a mountain and looks over the city.


night market
typical asian crowd

night market
temple