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Chicken Kitchen seduction

I used to work at the Chicken Kitchen in Miami (I think it later became Starr’s Chicken Grill or something). Most of the staff were Haitian or Guyanese immigrants. I was studying French in school at the time and my Haitian co-workers spoke creole. One co-worker, Franz, seemed to have a knack to seduce women. Hoping to pick his brain for secrets on how to sweet-talk a girl, I asked him for a sample of his persuasive prose. He produced the following for me on a scrap of notepaper:

C’est avec un coeur recuplis de joie et d’allegresse et que je propite aujourd’hui de vous dire quelque chose,

je t’aime mon amour,

et je t’adore,

parce que hier je t’aime aujourd’hui je t’adore demain se sera pour toujours pour toujours;

si je pourrais dis l’amour que j’avais dans mon coeur pour vous,

cette journee ne sera pas suffisante.

International Fail: Taoyuan Airport

If I was to pick one thing that really hurts the image that Taiwan projects to foreign visitors, the one thing that sticks out above the lack of standardized romanization of Chinese, the relative lack of English and the general lack of organization and consistency, it would be the airport. In particular, the customs line for incoming foreign nationals. Read more

The Olympic Day 8K Run

I participated in the Olympic Day 8K run this morning behind Da-Jia Elementary School, just by the riverside. There were a lot of people there, many groups and societies.

The most amusing bit had to be the warm-up sequence, led by a woman who had to be an aerobics instructor. The music started out with “Chariots of Fire” of course and then ended with a bizarre, Disney-fied rendition of “Amazing Grace.” We started out doing some easy movements, but it just got weirder with everybody holding hands and jumping left and right.

The motivational warm-up over with, the race began. In my case, this was a perfect example of slow and steady wins the race … I burned myself out and had to walk after two-thirds through the race. This old guy who I passed way at the beginning (and then who passed me and then I passed again) passed me and finished the race probably a couple minutes before me. Finally, in homage to the Taiwanese penchant for lining up for free stuff, I jumped in line for five minutes to grab a free cup of honey-water.

A nice morning and an enjoyable experience.

Assimilate or differentiate?

Just returned from a work junket in Japan and have observed some behavior on my part which exposes how culturally “flexible” I have become. Maybe “quick to assimilate” is a better way to describe it. I don’t necessarily think that’s a good thing. Perhaps there’s a point when one becomes so open-minded and flexible that one loses something of their own identity or personality.

I’ve become so used to capitulating to others that it’s like I don’t have any taste. When I say “taste”, I mean, my own likings, my favorites, my dislikes, etc. Instead, I just go along with what others like to do, or what they offer. I believe this is a habit that has developed during my time in Asia. My experience is that it helps to accept what others offer in order to warm a relationship up. Also, locals can offer a new experience and more insight into their culture. So what I like takes a backseat. The by-product of this continual acquiescence is a gradual, but noticeable fading of my own personality.

In the end, any healthy relationship must be based on a truth and honesty. Acquiescing to others, while helpful at the beginning of a relationship, may actually create distance later on between two parties.

Assimilating to a culture I guess is the next extension of acquiescence, though I guess it’s more subtle and much less conscious. In a way, after an extended period of time in a foreign culture, I believe assimilation is inevitable. To remain unchanged requires intense self-awareness and active resistance – an unnatural act which only makes one’s continuing presence in that culture less and less sustainable. Most people I’ve met in Korea and Taiwan have assimilated in certain ways and have resisted in others. They’ve found some sort of equilibrium between reaching out and guarding their identity. Others I’ve met (though few), actively defend against assimilation on all fronts and in turn make life miserable for themselves and others around them. Those are definitely not the travelling types.

I used to think that if one opened themselves up completely, then they could find their true “self.” But now, I’m not so sure. Maybe you just end up getting lost.

Farewell Hiroki

I found out today that good friend and talented artist, Hiroki, decided to make his own way into the next world two days ago. The news shook me up and left me dazed. I met him about a year ago, but we didn’t really get close until meeting again a few months ago. At that time, it seemed we were both depressed, he was on anti-depressants, but was trying to wean himself off of them. I think he was terrified of the future, we both were actually, and talked it over. We related through the depression and were beginning to support and encourage each other that way. A few weeks ago, it seemed that he lapsed back into severe depression. He mentioned one day that on the way over, while sitting on the subway, he began to cry out of despair, but then he came out of it.

Fear of the future … despair at the present … regrets for the past — they all make for a slippery slope when you’re trying to pull yourself out of the slick drop of depression.

He mentioned that hanging out with me was ruining his Chinese, but he did make some effort to teach me and correct me.

Anyway, here are a couple links to some of his amazing artwork, a lot of it done while he was low:

http://www.twdesign.net/design/viewtopic.php?t=22604&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0

http://www.heyshow.com/browsing/users.asp?id=1414

http://twdesign.net/design/viewtopic.php?t=22368

Wherever he is, or isn’t … rest in peace, Hiroki.

New Mix: Austrian-Taiwanese

I was at a pub (The Brass Monkey, for those in the know) last night and stumbled upon two tall, beautiful women – one who looked full Chinese, the other who I couldn’t see because she had her back to me. Once I got to see her, I guessed that she was half (and she confirmed by using her hand as a knife and cutting down the center of her face) and proceeded to ask her some personal questions that only mixed people allow each other to ask after just meeting. Here’s her story:

She’s half-Austrian (mother), half-Taiwanese and grew up in Taiwan. When she was 12, she moved to Austria. She speaks German, English and Chinese, all fluently. She told me that whenever the family is in Taiwan, they speak German at home. When in Austria, Chinese. Her Taiwanese father put a lot of effort into keeping her aware of her background, so she told me that she feels more Taiwanese / Chinese. She also experiences the phenomenon that when she’s in Asia, people think she’s white, when she’s in Europe, they think she’s Asian (Japanese, apparently).
I used to think I was really “half” … by blood and by culture, but this girl takes the cake.

A brief look back and a long shot forward

As the first post, I should first explain who I am, where I’m coming from, where I am now and what I’m trying to do here.

1. My name is Mike Palmer, and I’m a half-Chinese, half-Australian web designer / developer.

2. I grew up in Miami, Florida, then spent a few years in Melbourne, Australia before completing a year-long English-teaching stint in Incheon, South Korea.

3. I’m now in Taipei, Taiwan (and have been for over two years). I came here to learn Mandarin Chinese.

4. Years ago I had a page on Geocities about life and identity from an Asian-Caucasian’s point of view which got quite a few responses from couples, mothers, fathers, girlfriends, sons, etc. I’ve laid low for the past five years, but now I think it’s time (maybe moreso for myself than others) to continue.
So, for those who are interested, here are the feelings and identity-crises of a mixed Asian-Caucasian male laid out bare.