I'll start by saying I have no clear idea what I'm going to say.
Well, I was going to write some of my thoughts about Taiwan, but...I forgot what they were. Heheh.
I've uploaded a lot of photos, but I don't feel like writing down the details of my trips very much. heh. So lazy. But you can go look.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/pointyflakes/
I finally got a somewhat easy to remember address! Awesome!
Oh! Well, I could write about some other trips I'd taken and forgotten about, since I just saw the pictures again (I transfered them from my camera to my computer) - but it's already 2 AM here, and I need to get up at a reasonable time so I can call my family (I haven't talked to you all in like 2 or three weeks!). Also so I can go play board games...at a coffeehouse. Weird combination, right?
Later, then. For now, there are pictures.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Bite-sized bits
(Warning: I am about to get smarmy and, at times, ludicrously loquacious. I've been reading recently, and not writing much; this is the result.)
Today was mostly uneventful, as are most days....
I went to the 'bakery' down the street after dinner (in quotes because, while the things they sell are made from dough, I wouldn't say they consisted mostly of it - they consist equally of sugar and mayonnaise, and bacon, and corn, and...well, I'm not real sure, actually; I'd call it more of a bread medley. A breadley store...I like that. Perhaps they should serve there those fancy coffees with the fancy toppings, like whipped cream and sprinkles. Coiffured coffees. Yes, Coiffee. Coiffee and Breadley store. heheh. That pretty well describes the places here.), and found something amazing -
French bread.
Alright, not so amazing back home, rather ordinary, in fact. About as plain and ordinary as you can get. Everyday, even, if you're French.
However, this is not France, or Europe, or even America. Oh no. This is Taiwan.
I have been here four months, and this is the first perfectly ordinary bread I've seen. They do have sandwich bread...but that's not what I'm talking about. If you went into a stationery store (there are some that move, after all, so I had to be specific) and asked if they have pens, and were shown a collection of ink and sharp sticks, you'd be slightly disappointed. Oh, sure, they can be used for writing, but they aren't pens. Same with the bread.
I and the guy I was with (Kyle - who fancies himself good enough to serve the Army after he graduates) almost bought out the store. That's not hard when there are only three loaves to begin with.
I returned home, immediately started on the deliciously normal bread, then decided that, since I was making a mess on my floor (it's properly crusty, after all - the bread. I sweep my floor more often that that.), I should go make a mess in the hall.
So I went into the hall and restarted my bread. (Though thank goodness it hadn't crashed in the middle of my...downloading it. heh. I'd just brush it off, then.)
I created a minor stir (appropriate since those interned here are stewing..so of course they need stirring) by standing there, holding bread. I hadn't expected that. Several people approached, and were incredulous that ordinary bread could be found in Taiwan; a few had undisguised lust in their eyes. They said they'd have to have a talk with the baker, that perhaps an understanding could be reached.
In fact, it was so unusual I was going to take pictures...but the stomach sometimes moves faster than the eye. My traitor hands consorted with my mouth and gullet, instead of with my eyes and the camera. Bah. Well, some say there's a void in each of us that must be filled, but can never be (except, perhaps, by God) - for me, that's probably my belly. heh. In that case, maybe I'd need a lot of communion wafers, if it's only God who can fill it. Heheh.
Also: I found hotdogs with bones in them.
Today was mostly uneventful, as are most days....
I went to the 'bakery' down the street after dinner (in quotes because, while the things they sell are made from dough, I wouldn't say they consisted mostly of it - they consist equally of sugar and mayonnaise, and bacon, and corn, and...well, I'm not real sure, actually; I'd call it more of a bread medley. A breadley store...I like that. Perhaps they should serve there those fancy coffees with the fancy toppings, like whipped cream and sprinkles. Coiffured coffees. Yes, Coiffee. Coiffee and Breadley store. heheh. That pretty well describes the places here.), and found something amazing -
French bread.
Alright, not so amazing back home, rather ordinary, in fact. About as plain and ordinary as you can get. Everyday, even, if you're French.
However, this is not France, or Europe, or even America. Oh no. This is Taiwan.
I have been here four months, and this is the first perfectly ordinary bread I've seen. They do have sandwich bread...but that's not what I'm talking about. If you went into a stationery store (there are some that move, after all, so I had to be specific) and asked if they have pens, and were shown a collection of ink and sharp sticks, you'd be slightly disappointed. Oh, sure, they can be used for writing, but they aren't pens. Same with the bread.
I and the guy I was with (Kyle - who fancies himself good enough to serve the Army after he graduates) almost bought out the store. That's not hard when there are only three loaves to begin with.
I returned home, immediately started on the deliciously normal bread, then decided that, since I was making a mess on my floor (it's properly crusty, after all - the bread. I sweep my floor more often that that.), I should go make a mess in the hall.
So I went into the hall and restarted my bread. (Though thank goodness it hadn't crashed in the middle of my...downloading it. heh. I'd just brush it off, then.)
I created a minor stir (appropriate since those interned here are stewing..so of course they need stirring) by standing there, holding bread. I hadn't expected that. Several people approached, and were incredulous that ordinary bread could be found in Taiwan; a few had undisguised lust in their eyes. They said they'd have to have a talk with the baker, that perhaps an understanding could be reached.
In fact, it was so unusual I was going to take pictures...but the stomach sometimes moves faster than the eye. My traitor hands consorted with my mouth and gullet, instead of with my eyes and the camera. Bah. Well, some say there's a void in each of us that must be filled, but can never be (except, perhaps, by God) - for me, that's probably my belly. heh. In that case, maybe I'd need a lot of communion wafers, if it's only God who can fill it. Heheh.
Also: I found hotdogs with bones in them.
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