So, in the last couple weeks several of my friends have proposed that I try to get my writings published.  I am sort of reluctant, since I’m not sure my fragile ego is quite ready to face the possibility of such rejection.  So, I’m asking you: to...

Anger, clenching fists, stomach sick, mind racing, adrenaline response. Picture her with him, symptoms worse. Picture her in bed with him, with anybody else, mind explodes, cannot process, protection fault at memory address 0×00shelovesme, do you...

Do you see him? Yes, that one, there. He’s trying to kill me. I know he doesn’t look like a killer, this small old man with the missing teeth, battered helmet, and 2 chickens in a cage attached to his scooter… but he is. They all are. The pretty...

So, a couple of weeks ago, I went cycling up Yang Ming Mountain in northern Taipei with my friends Eric and Harry.  Now, Harry actually does serious bicycle races, and Eric is an extremely enthusiastic amateur.  So, yeah, I’m completely outclassed in...

 Ball on tee…check.  Left foot…check. Right foot…check. Correct grip…check. Practice swing…hmm…not quite right…what am I doing wrong?  Ah, I’m twisting it as I swing the club…gotta work on that.  Concentrate.  Let all worries and cares drop...