I am watching the weather reports helplessly. A typhoon is bearing down Taiwan, and I'm stuck here on the other side of the world. Other people are going to be eating goose, eating hotpot, eating night market food, drinking beer, skating under the bridge, and not going to work, while the wind and rain smash things around the streets. I am so jealous. I can't believe that we get a typhoon as soon as I leave the country. The Central Weather Bureau maintains of my favorite websites, which maps wind radii probabilities for storms. This one appears to be a direct hit. I am watching squirrels and chipmunks digging in the yard of the window. I feel so far from home.
In other news, I went back to Stratosphere at Little 5 Points for the first time since about 2001, and got some souvenirs for the crew back home. I dropped Lzyk off at the airport for her tour of Las Vegas and California after we hit up the Vortex, of which she approved, and Junkman's Daughter, of which she also approved and insisted we spend some cash. Happily, the bums and beggars and hobos were still scattered all around, even though a few yuppie bars have come into the area. The soul of Little 5 is alive and well, and aggressively soliciting change.
Then, I drove back to Lawrenceville all alone. It should have taken an hour or so, but it took three and half. I don't miss traffic. Sitting in traffic is as strange a behavior now as collecting toilet paper appeared to be when I moved to Taiwan. I don't know how people can live like that.
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