I felt somewhat stupid as I said all this. No, this doctor wouldn’t understand.
The dangers inherent in protests and clashes with the police are offset by this strange utopian element.
The anti-gay groups prevailed, but even with all their money they were notably ridiculous and inept.
We develop our own coping rituals.
I don’t have blind faith that the Han bubble will suddenly implode and people will wake up and smell the roses.
The plumber and my landlord began shouting at each other in Taiwanese, arguing about the pricing for the job.
The best chance for a restaurateur in Taiwan is to be good-looking, win some kind of international competition, and also have switched careers to pursue a driving passion involving food.
It strikes me as sad that some haven’t seen what should be obvious.
I sometimes think of the activist world as being like the jianghu of Chinese-language martial arts novels.