Back from Taiwan. Wish I would have brought my computer, and not a leather bound journal, as it would have been easier to upload my writing about the trip. So I will have to transcribe slowly over the next few days.
Possible titles:
1) Taipeidestrian
2) Fucking Hostel (Ode to Pantera)
3) Going to National Doctor Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall for a Toilet Break
Orientation at CUHK today was slightly puerile. First semester will definitely set the tone for the rest of the course. However, I have to drop the one class I was looking forward to (Major Contemporary Novels--Less Than Zero and Imperial Bedrooms in the syllabus) because I cannot reschedule a writing class that I have to teach around that time.
I'm sitting here with my mother-in-law in utter silence because I cannot speak to her, and what words I do know in Mandarin can not find the gumption to ascend my throat and announce their presence. Unfortunately, the Chinese grammar book I am currently reading does not inspire confidence when time to speak it. Abysmal.
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