Our baby is bigger than babies in Mexico or California. He cost 68 NT, which is like 2 bucks, which is about right. I have dubbed him. His dubbing is Arnold.

Confucius Day

Happy Birthday dude!

Once I used words to make a paragraph. I thought it was a story. Maybe it is. Maybe you can decide.

It never did typhoon. I'm told it typhooned in Taiwan but it never typhooned in Taichung.

Kind of anticlimactic. I blame the world.

Soon it will be typhooning. This is what the trees look like before it is typhooning.

We have found a way to make burritos possible in Taiwan! Yes we can!!!!

Maybe Peter can ask the I-ching...are we here in Taichung to open the spiciest, tastiest, beaniest burrito joint these people have ever seen/tasted? The yin and the yang may point to yes...

The old Taoist master rises every morning at dawn to practice Qigong in the park. Essentially he jumps up and down and practices various methods of breath control. He is an old man but he is healthy. His age is unclear, that's how healthy he is. His secret is obvious. Not only does he rise every morning at dawn to practice Qi Gong in the park, but he practices in the correct way. He is orthodox in his practice.

Interestingly, the old Taoist master has a small friend living in his ear. Sometime after the sun rises, the small friend says: look at the other people practicing in the park. They do not know what they are doing. They are growing old and weak. Only you have learned the proper way.

At this the old taoist master smiles. I will live a long time, he thinks. I will live longer than any fool in the park.

Lao-tzu's book is nonfiction. Critics are raving. They have called it "a wonder of the world." It has been nominated for the classic manual on the art of living award. I read the book. Then I asked Lao-tzu, "But what is the Tao?" Lao-tzu said: "Have a dragon fruit."

Nantian Temple is a Temple in Taichung

The subduer of demons is like 100ft tall. I don't know why he is so serious. I am trying to write a novel. I ask the subduer of demons: why is my novel so bad? He just sits there, big and red. I should have expected that. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who likes to talk.