My parents kept some snack food in the house, but it never felt like enough. Since I always craved it, I ate all art projects with edible parts. In kindergarten, we made owls on burlap with pretzel heads, Cheerio eyes, peanut beaks, walnut shell bodies and pretzel stick feet. I gnawed everything off except for the walnut shells.
On the MRT to my next destination, I opened my new Chinese seal and tried it out. It wasn’t my name. I studied it for a minute, since I sometimes forget my name.
I got off at the next stop and hopped on the train heading back towards the 30-square-foot shop.
“Excuse me, but . . . this isn’t my name.”
“That’s your name,” the stamp guy said, puzzled.
“Sorry, but it isn’t.”
Years ago, I saw an ad in a Japanese magazine that depicted a couple enjoying a refreshing, sumptuous lunch on a wooden platform built over a resplendent yet gentle waterfall in the midst of spring. I think it was a sake ad. I salivated over the memory of this magical image, and asked a Japanese friend where I could find something like it.
I planned a trip from Taipei down to central Taiwan.
“You are taking the train?” Dad asked.
“Don’t eat or drink anything for several hours before.”
Grandma’s house had a cesspool in the backyard.
Grandpa or Grandma had cut a hole in the top of an orange construction cone and stuck a second cone upside-down into it (like an ice cream cone), creating a plastic portable toilet. This toilet sat in a shed-like room away from the main part of the house.
Petra and I were instructed to pour water into the cone after use, shake and swirl the contents around, and dump everything into the swamp.
I collect Japanese “mooks” (magazine-books) that feature home decor, design, architecture, craft, lifestyle, etc. They're my favorite possessions. We were burglarized last year, so they're pretty much my only possessions now. Just so you know, I plan to steal these from your house.
I scanned a few pages from Casa Brutus magazine (please pardon the sub-excellent scan job).
I came downstairs one morning and found this in the kitchen.
A giant pig ear.
In response to my questions, Mom said that she'd seen it at the market and was curious.