I felt bad for myself so I called out of my morning session. Work session that is. I wish I was so awesome that I went straight to skating, but I didn't.
I coughed like I have TB (actual TB, not tb the beer) and slept until 16:00. Taiwan is so rich it's unbelievable sometimes. In a place where the average salary is $800usd/mo, I passed at least $100,000 of immaculate white leather furniture, thrown out on the curb in the rain. I would have taken as much of it home as possible, but it would have literally filled my entire house, floor to ceiling, and then some. Most of my hallway too. Brand new expensive furniture is routinely left on the curbs for garbage men here, but I have never come across a vein so thick. Maybe I will start a used leather furniture export business, right after I start my flushable toilet paper company. The former is targeting a western market, the latter is for the local one.
I went to the bridge because if I hadn't, then I wouldn't have tried at anything today. It was disappointing, except that I saw passac and a crew of lil homies skating the recently cemented pad.
She Who Must Be Obeyed summoned me to eat at a vietnamese hotpot, but I wasn't very good company, because I wear my heart on my sleeve. We went home and watched The Show. She is about to go to Balitmore, which isn't why I'm unhappy (I don't want ot jinx it, but she didn't get robbed or raped the last few times she went ot hte US, so I'm not so nervous as I usually would be. I'm still nervous though, because lzyk is inept at situational awareness).
I started planning a trip to the east coast during her vacation to America (I called it that tonight and she cursed me out. it's true taht she is flying for 26 hours, then doing 96 hours of sleep/conferences, and flying 26 hours back, but fuck it, that sounds like a vacation for me. I have to teach children not to become Pol Pot, write research that I'm totally unqualified for, and teach grammar from the Economist to grown ups who are younger, smarter, and more successful than I'll ever be. All day conferences in the murder capital of the north east is my dream vacation). Actually my dream vacation is to a surf spot called ********. I went there before with some homies and raised hell. This time, I dont intend to raise hell, but I intend to actually do some surfing and camping. Camping is when you make a small ground fire and sleep in the sand.
My phone charger won't charge my phone, so my alarm won't go off, so now I have to stay up for two more hours before Friday starts. I went for a beer walk, adn the city is completely empty, but a taxi still tried to kill me by screaching his tires through a wet cross walk that I happened to be in. Yellow is the scariest gang color in Taipei.
I was walking down the covered sidewalks, the empty square void sucking me forward, faster and faster. Skating was on my mind, but these tiles make it slippery as a mirror. Them boys in Portland got it easy, the surface is so rough you can skate even if it rains.
Lastly, a thought on marketing: usually I subscribe to the Hicks school of thought on marketing; if you're in marketing, kill yourself. However, a few nights ago, I had a kirin with a funny sakura graffic on it. It was as good as the first time I tried a sweetwater IPA in Atlanta. It was subtely life changing. I can't go back to busch or bud, and it's because a marketeer made a good label that made me forget what I was drinking and evaluate it on taste alone. Touche.
Lastly Lastly, the non-surfing option is the skating option, which would be to ride the scooter to places I haven't been adn skate things I haven't skated. I'm wary of this one though. In a few weeks, it'll still be the rainy season, and I'd rather surf in the rain than ride a scooter in the rain and then not be able to skate.
Lastly x3, I rode litre bikes for 12 years, and I just can't stand the idea of getting killed by a taxi on a 125. I think I'm going surfing.
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