Just flew back from Taipei today. I will get some photos and thoughts up here, but in the meantimes…
Monthly Archives: June 2013
Stinky Tofu lives up to its name.
Somewhere between warm trash and livestock and goes down like a dissolving slug.
Disorder
A person with an ADHD nervous system has never been able to use the idea of importance or rewards to start and do a task. They know what’s important, they like rewards, and they don’t like punishment. But for them, the things that motivate the rest of the world are merely nags.
This is pulled from a great article that has reminded me of many of the problems much of the world has with me and that, in turn, I sometimes have with myself.
Anybody who knows me well has heard me talk about “getting in the zone.” It is such great feeling and when I find it it is hard to stop me, in fact I sometimes get pissed when someone tries. I have also learned how to play by the rules of the rest of the world, but I eventually feel like I will explode and I have felt like I have to do something extreme to balance things for me. I have also learned some ways to deal with it(without medication), but a busy life doesn’t always allow for it. Although, I think that is part of the reason I need to dance. Especially the more risky kind. Also why I love parkour and survival situations and multi-layered conversations. But my writing and music making also help. The focus I find in those activities soothes my brain and definitely give me a sense of worth.
Anyway, read the article. There is a really beautiful thing it tells: don’t make us into neurotypicals, our rules are different that we have to discover. We are not sick and there is nothing wrong with us because we can’t get motivated the same way or don’t think like most of the world.
Also, I always thought it was the Asian in me, but maybe my sleep patterns come from this, too.
Alone?
A Type-B’s kind of Taipei
Rome
So you don’t want to make history?
Could use concrete to call it ruin.
But weren’t we both impressed by Rome,
and the columns rolled and strewn?
We liked to imagine it at its peak
when streets were new and baths were whole.
Somewhere there’s a postcard hologram
I bought, corners bent and rolled,
that if you tilted gently you’d see
it change from crumbled to alive.
This land was once ripe and fires lit!
You think it’s late this claim to revive?
You think this bed better built over?
Maybe this lover is rousing Pluto,
this lyre and song too dissonant
and his gait and stain too Butoh.
Don’t turn too soon, see the riptide steal!
Leave the antihero to roam the desert
of this purgatorial freedomland
where hope and promise invert
while the next ones come in to loot
the rubble to build down the road.
Yet in their hands they’ll find it crumble
and dust, fooled to believe it’s gold.
Prague album
Started a Flickr account! Check out some more Prague photos.