Happy New Year, everyone!!
It's 1:30pm here in Taipei, but I think it just turned midnight in New York (my homebase), so HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
etc. etc.
Enjoy the holiday!
-Dave
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Oops!!
So I clearly don't know how this works yet... but I think I got the hang of it by the end of the post... though i posted it twice for some reason... That's spotty internet for you.
Sorry!
Dave
Sorry!
Dave
Wanna See Some Pictures???
...yeah ya do!!
So I can't really figure out how to separate them from each other... But there are only four pictures... so It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which one I'm talking about.
This one is of my mom and myself (guess which one's which... no guess!!) We're standing in the middle of the big national plaza. In the background is the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial building. There were guards, tourists, and cute chinese school children! That building is also impressively tall, more so thann it looks in this picture.
In my last post I wrote about a place called Din Tai Fung--delicious dumplings. dumpling dumpling dumpling. This is a picture of people making the dumplings that I consumed so readily.
The next picture.. in my edit window its too the left of the text, but god knows where it will be when I publish this thing... is a picture of the guards at the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial. They're pretty intense, right?
Last is the picture of my family--I met all of these people moments before the picture was taken... with the exception of my mom. So in this picture, from the left, is my mom's cousin, Holly, my mom, my great aunt, and myself. My great aunt is somewhat amazing. She's about 90 years old, and is still... well, conscious. When I'm 90, I'll probably be hooked up to a computer the size of a small asteroid or something. She also loves to talk. To me. I have no idea what she's saying, because I don't speak Chinese. And she has no idea that I don't understand, because the poor woman can't hear a darn thing--shame! That being said, she is still the cutest old woman on the face of the Earth. No bias or anything. Oh, she also makes Chinese knots, and small sculptures out of paper.
Here's a picture of her rendition of Hello Kitty (and Hello Kitty's friend, not yet seen in stores):
Here's a picture of a Chinese tower that she made (it stands about 3 feet tall... about her height):
So that's all the pictures I have for you now. I think it's time I got something to eat...
Until my next post~!
--Dave :)
So I can't really figure out how to separate them from each other... But there are only four pictures... so It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which one I'm talking about.
This one is of my mom and myself (guess which one's which... no guess!!) We're standing in the middle of the big national plaza. In the background is the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial building. There were guards, tourists, and cute chinese school children! That building is also impressively tall, more so thann it looks in this picture.
In my last post I wrote about a place called Din Tai Fung--delicious dumplings. dumpling dumpling dumpling. This is a picture of people making the dumplings that I consumed so readily.
The next picture.. in my edit window its too the left of the text, but god knows where it will be when I publish this thing... is a picture of the guards at the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial. They're pretty intense, right?
Last is the picture of my family--I met all of these people moments before the picture was taken... with the exception of my mom. So in this picture, from the left, is my mom's cousin, Holly, my mom, my great aunt, and myself. My great aunt is somewhat amazing. She's about 90 years old, and is still... well, conscious. When I'm 90, I'll probably be hooked up to a computer the size of a small asteroid or something. She also loves to talk. To me. I have no idea what she's saying, because I don't speak Chinese. And she has no idea that I don't understand, because the poor woman can't hear a darn thing--shame! That being said, she is still the cutest old woman on the face of the Earth. No bias or anything. Oh, she also makes Chinese knots, and small sculptures out of paper.
Here's a picture of her rendition of Hello Kitty (and Hello Kitty's friend, not yet seen in stores):
Here's a picture of a Chinese tower that she made (it stands about 3 feet tall... about her height):
So that's all the pictures I have for you now. I think it's time I got something to eat...
Until my next post~!
--Dave :)
Wanna See Some Pictures???
...yeah ya do!!
So I can't really figure out how to separate them from each other... But there are only four pictures... so It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which one I'm talking about.
This one is of my mom and myself (guess which one's which... no guess!!) We're standing in the middle of the big national plaza. In the background is the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial building. There were guards, tourists, and cute chinese school children! That building is also impressively tall, more so thann it looks in this picture.
In my last post I wrote about a place called Din Tai Fung--delicious dumplings. dumpling dumpling dumpling. This is a picture of people making the dumplings that I consumed so readily.
The next picture.. in my edit window its too the left of the text, but god knows where it will be when I publish this thing... is a picture of the guards at the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial. They're pretty intense right
Last is the picture of my family--I met all of these people moments before the picture was taken... with the exception of my mom. So in this picture, from the left, is my mom's cousin, Holly, my mom, my great aunt, and myself. My great aunt is somewhat amazing. She's about 90 years old, and is still... well, conscious. When I'm 90, I'll probably be hooked up to a computer the size of a small asteroid or something. She also loves to talk. To me. I have no idea what she's saying, because I don't speak Chinese. And she has no idea that I don't understand, because the poor woman can't hear a darn thing--shame! That being said, she is still the cutest old woman on the face of the Earth. No bias or anything. Oh, she also makes Chinese knots, and small sculptures out of paper.
Here's a picture of her rendition of Hello Kitty (and Hello Kitty's friend, not yet seen in stores):
Here's a picture of a Chinese tower that she made (it stands about 3 feet tall... about her height):
So that's all the pictures I have for you now. I think it's time I got something to eat...
Until my next post~!
--Dave :)
So I can't really figure out how to separate them from each other... But there are only four pictures... so It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which one I'm talking about.
This one is of my mom and myself (guess which one's which... no guess!!) We're standing in the middle of the big national plaza. In the background is the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial building. There were guards, tourists, and cute chinese school children! That building is also impressively tall, more so thann it looks in this picture.In my last post I wrote about a place called Din Tai Fung--delicious dumplings. dumpling dumpling dumpling. This is a picture of people making the dumplings that I consumed so readily.The next picture.. in my edit window its too the left of the text, but god knows where it will be when I publish this thing... is a picture of the guards at the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial. They're pretty intense right
Last is the picture of my family--I met all of these people moments before the picture was taken... with the exception of my mom. So in this picture, from the left, is my mom's cousin, Holly, my mom, my great aunt, and myself. My great aunt is somewhat amazing. She's about 90 years old, and is still... well, conscious. When I'm 90, I'll probably be hooked up to a computer the size of a small asteroid or something. She also loves to talk. To me. I have no idea what she's saying, because I don't speak Chinese. And she has no idea that I don't understand, because the poor woman can't hear a darn thing--shame! That being said, she is still the cutest old woman on the face of the Earth. No bias or anything. Oh, she also makes Chinese knots, and small sculptures out of paper.
Here's a picture of her rendition of Hello Kitty (and Hello Kitty's friend, not yet seen in stores):
Here's a picture of a Chinese tower that she made (it stands about 3 feet tall... about her height):
So that's all the pictures I have for you now. I think it's time I got something to eat...
Until my next post~!
--Dave :)
Let's Start a Blog!
Hey everyone~!
So I titled this blog "Don't Feed the Models" because I was lying awake thinking of America's Next Top Model. I admit it. Don't judge.
I’m starting a blog today because I can’t sleep. My mom is snoring next to me. We’re in Taipei right now, my mom and I, on a quest to reconnect with our roots, so-to-speak—more a quest to stuff our faces with amazing food… but the former sounds a little better.
So far, the trip has been interesting, but interesting in the way that stained glass, or interior design is interesting—you look at it and you look at it, but its not ground breaking… maybe I haven’t mastered my feng shui yet.
What’s amazing is that it doesn’t even feel like a foreign country here. The atmosphere reminds me of home. The weather; it has been a constant overcast. The consistent east-coast grey of New York, mixed with that not-too-cold not-too-hot temperature of the bay area of San Francisco.
The culture is somewhat different, I guess. But I’m not feeling the “intense culture shock” that every study abroad office of a university warns you of when you’re traveling to Asia. “The concepts of politeness are completely different” “Don’t be surprised if you’re completely overwhelmed when you get there.” What the fuck are they talking about? It’s like going to Chinatown. I hate to simplify a culture like that (especially my own), but seriously. Chinatown. With clean subways. And better food.
I know it’s boring to read about someone’s reactions to food, but honestly, kind of important here.
So we—my mother, my neighbor’s brother, and myself—went to this AMAZING restaurant on our first day. It’s called Din Tai Fung if anyone knows it. We feasted on dumplings: shrimp, pork, sticky-rice—stuffed dumplings, the works. And might I say, this was probably the best dumpling experience I’ve ever had. I was somewhat pissed off before—mainly at my inability to understand any of the Chinese language—but these dumplings made me step up, and I was in an incredible mood afterwards. If anyone is having a problem of any kind, the answer is dumplings. Felling hungry? Dumplings. Bored? Dumplings. Stubbed your toe on your dresser? Dumplings. Stressed out over a paper that’s due? Dumplings. Boyfriend broke up with you? Dumplings. I’m surprised they don’t teach you this in church.
I’ve started to mess around with facebook and other entertaining, but somewhat mind-numbing websites, so I will spurt out several seemingly random but entirely appropriate sentences.
I’m from Philly bitch, where you from???!?!?
I’m a fermata, hold me
I miss my Henry
Happy New Year!
Until my next post!
--Dave :)
So I titled this blog "Don't Feed the Models" because I was lying awake thinking of America's Next Top Model. I admit it. Don't judge.
I’m starting a blog today because I can’t sleep. My mom is snoring next to me. We’re in Taipei right now, my mom and I, on a quest to reconnect with our roots, so-to-speak—more a quest to stuff our faces with amazing food… but the former sounds a little better.
So far, the trip has been interesting, but interesting in the way that stained glass, or interior design is interesting—you look at it and you look at it, but its not ground breaking… maybe I haven’t mastered my feng shui yet.
What’s amazing is that it doesn’t even feel like a foreign country here. The atmosphere reminds me of home. The weather; it has been a constant overcast. The consistent east-coast grey of New York, mixed with that not-too-cold not-too-hot temperature of the bay area of San Francisco.
The culture is somewhat different, I guess. But I’m not feeling the “intense culture shock” that every study abroad office of a university warns you of when you’re traveling to Asia. “The concepts of politeness are completely different” “Don’t be surprised if you’re completely overwhelmed when you get there.” What the fuck are they talking about? It’s like going to Chinatown. I hate to simplify a culture like that (especially my own), but seriously. Chinatown. With clean subways. And better food.
I know it’s boring to read about someone’s reactions to food, but honestly, kind of important here.
So we—my mother, my neighbor’s brother, and myself—went to this AMAZING restaurant on our first day. It’s called Din Tai Fung if anyone knows it. We feasted on dumplings: shrimp, pork, sticky-rice—stuffed dumplings, the works. And might I say, this was probably the best dumpling experience I’ve ever had. I was somewhat pissed off before—mainly at my inability to understand any of the Chinese language—but these dumplings made me step up, and I was in an incredible mood afterwards. If anyone is having a problem of any kind, the answer is dumplings. Felling hungry? Dumplings. Bored? Dumplings. Stubbed your toe on your dresser? Dumplings. Stressed out over a paper that’s due? Dumplings. Boyfriend broke up with you? Dumplings. I’m surprised they don’t teach you this in church.
I’ve started to mess around with facebook and other entertaining, but somewhat mind-numbing websites, so I will spurt out several seemingly random but entirely appropriate sentences.
I’m from Philly bitch, where you from???!?!?
I’m a fermata, hold me
I miss my Henry
Happy New Year!
Until my next post!
--Dave :)
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