I’m winging my way—squeezed into a seat the size of shoebox—to the Far East. Taiwan, specifically; Formosa as was.
My mission there is highly classified and secret. I’ll be on EVA airlines, arriving at the Taoyuan International Airport on 2 January at 7:05 am, traveling by taxi to Taipei central city where the Rich Powerful People Big Hotel is. Don’t tell anybody.
Taiwan is famous for its cuisine; truly one of the world’s best: pork balls, fish balls, beef balls, and if you like the feel of small sticky balls in your mouth, there’s bubble tea galore. The street food alone is cheap, plentiful, and amazing: stinky tofu, green onion pancakes, fresh-dead chicken steak, beef noodle soup, oyster omelets, louro fan (pig meat and fat over rice), and sticks with small tomatoes and plums on them coated with sugar—they are astonishingly good. I expect to come back 5.2% fatter.
To take up the time while I’m away, I scheduled a five-part series on a psychic test I designed and proctored for three Korean children trained in the art of Dahn Yoga and something called brain respiration. The test took place at MIT in 2004. It is a story of what happens when people want to believe and what happens when things go wrong.
I’ll have other posts from time to time, and I might be a little slow in responding, but please do leave your comments. I will get to them all eventually.
See you when I get back!
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