Flyer of festivities available at Wild Market, July 11th, Hualien, Taiwan, 2016.
Wild Market I heard about because one of the founders is a Japanese (Mario, a name as Japanese as they come) fellow who is staying here at Amigo’s Hostel in Hualien. He, along with another Japanese fellow I like to refer to as “George and Lenny,” because they remind me (physically, at least) of the two characters in Steinbeck’s novel Of Mice and Men, although the similarity ends there. Mario, the short guy, looks like some sort of storm trooper out of an old WWII movie (he is vehemently ANTI-war, however), and the tall one, I think Izo is his name (but I am probably mistaken) is simply crazy and wild and was last seen wearing a loin cloth and leading a dance ensemble on the stage of Wild Market.
But what these two gentlemen showed to me was that a bunch of hippies can come together and create a beautiful thing, even if it is 2016. The idea, the thought, is what counts.
I met Li Ning (莉寧) at Wild Market. I did not have to say a single thing twice, and for this I thank her. But our conversation was not simply enjoyable because she spoke and understood English so well (in a country that speaks Mandarin primarily, when you encounter someone like this latch on), but also because she thinks a lot like I do. Therefore, the discussion rolled along like bulldozers run amok, or huge boulders careening down a canyon–with nothing to stop it.
The first thing she says to me is, “Where did all these hippies come from? I have never seen so many hippies gathered in one place in my entire life.”
“Neither have I,” said I. “At least not since Woodstock.” I was referring of course to my lack of sightings of field hippies since the late 60’s and early 70’s, with the exception of course, of the Oregon Country Fair.
“They must be bankers or accountants or have ‘normal’ jobs in the ‘real’ world. Do they act like this during the weekday?” she added.
“Beats me,” I said. “They probably came out of the woodwork just for this occassion.” I was worried she had never heard that expression, but she had.
Somehow the conversation drifted toward the police shootings in America. She knew all about them. “These people are just being killed because they are black.” I mentioned that anytime you have 300 million guns in circulation, they are going to get used. She nodded her head. We debated how long it would take a crazy person to take out a dozen people with a knife, then realized that that was almost impossible. In any case, we both agreed that America has become a police state.
Then, somehow the conversation moved from guns to zoos. She said to me, “You know, I hear that they are closing down many zoos, especially in South America. Argentina, for example.”
“And Ecuador,” I added.
Then I mentioned that nearby is a zoo. All of a sudden she lit up and said, “That is the most evil zoo in Taiwan. They take all the profit they make and use it to build housing developments.” We did not even get around to discussing the porpoises who perform stupid tricks for treats of raw fish and mostly tired applause from the audience. We further discussed the ethics of animals living in cages, jail, what have you, rooms with iron bars on the windows, left there to rot away. Then she said, “The news is all bad. The world is weird.”
“I agree,” I said. Then she said goodbye, told me that she was a bit drunk, and would probably forget my name before she got to the next place.
So it goes.
Mario playing a three stringed instrument at Amigo’s Hostel, Hualien, Taiwan, July 11th., 2016. The name of this instrument is san shin 三線 (Okinawa).
I have not been in Taiwan but 6 weeks and I have already experienced two earthquakes.
Now we have a supertyphoon threatening to stir things up.
Here you can read more.
Or, take a look at this pic taken by Yours Truly, at the beach here in Hualien. This was taken when the storm was a couple of hundred kilometers offshore.
I discovered this couple–young, strong, good looking and imbued with the sort of confidence that we wish that we all had–by chance surfing the internet one evening. I think I was on Youtube.
Riley and Elayna are seeing the world by sailboat. They are privvy to the most spectacular sunsets on the planet.
Originally Riley did not have any sailing experience, but he had some money saved from working on the oilrigs. He purchased a boat from a trio of arguing Italians, somewhere in the Adriatic. I think he got a good deal.
Since then, along with Elayna who he met in a nightclub (was she performing at the time?), they have managed to cross the Seven Seas, and are now in the Marquesas Islands in the middle of the South Pacific, in the middle of paradise and one of the most remote places on Earth. This is where Thor Heyerdahl of Kon Tiki fame went years ago, holing up with wife Liz and a baby pig in a cave while the natives beat the drums of war and threatened to come and get them. I remember him talking about how lush and beautiful his surroundings were, and how the native’s lower limbs were all swollen from elephantiasis.
Here are some links to their growing internet presence. Youtube
Here is a link to a site where they try to raise money for adventures to come.
Then there are all the other social media sites, which are listed on the right side of their Facebook page. And, there is the attendant media publicity.
What this couple has going for them is pretty much a little bit of everything. Elayna is simply a great presence. She is as charming as they come. She is a cook, videographer, first mate, musician, sailor, storyteller and much, much more. Plus, she is the loveliest woman you will ever lay eyes on.
Riley is the modern-day swashbuckler, a man with a moustache and a bit of a profile of a pirate. He has the unique ability to catch fish, sail a boat, chart a course, haul up the anchor, ascend the mainsail, reef the main, scrub the hull free of algae and clams, float the spinnaker, and tackle a million other tasks that come his way daily. He even has the ability to make one walk the plank, although I am sure he would never do that.
The only task he seems to have problems with is getting his parts delivered to the next port. Elayna admits that they have little luck in getting parts delivered to the next port of call.
But probably what endears me to Riley the most is his inner desire to become a writer. He devours books, including a hugely thick novel by one David Foster Wallace. I hope he understands it because I don’t.
And, he has a blog, here on WordPress. May the force be with him.
According to the BBC, Pfizer, producer of almost every pill known to doctors throughout America, will halt the sales of all drugs used in the process of lethal injection. They are doing so, they say, because they are in the business of saving lives, not taking lives.
This is great news. Study after study has shown that the death sentence does little to deter violent crime. All it does is prove that we, as human beings, have forgotten, or refuse to apply, the concept of forgiveness.
So, perhaps big pharma has a conscience after all.
And, Switzerland, home of Pfizer, long on the receiving end of the USA’s wishn to financially control the world (international banking comes immediately to mind), is also saying to the USA, “Fuck You.”
The drugs are: pancuronium bromide, potassium chloride, propofol, midazolam, hydromorphone, rocuronium bromide and vecuronium bromide.
There was recently a Town Hall hosted by Anderson Cooper of CNN. The topic was opioids (what killed Prince, so they think), and how quick doctors are willing to prescribe them in order to keep pain manageable.
The whole show had a very strange, almost circus like appearance, perhaps because of the nature of its participants (there was this mom who brought her brain damaged son along, who sat next to her as she recounted how he became addicted to opioids, had an overdose, and lost part of his brain function), but more so because of the content of the show . A lot of the content was basically much too bizarre to believe. For example, while America has 5% of the world’s population, it accounts for 80% of all opioids consumed.
One man gave a harrowing account of being in the hospital and being given fentanyl, when his chart explicitly stated that he was not to be given such painkillers. And then there is Rush Limbaugh, everyone’s favorite talk show host, who used to rail about lengthy jail terms for drug addicts, the whole time taking oxycontin by the handful.
But the main thing that all the guests and experts failed to address is the pressure that the pharmaceutical lobby must exert on the American people. Pressure that keeps large sections of the population addicted to prescription drugs.
Now that I have read several John Grisham paperbacks, I realize what snakes lobbyists are. They have really made this world a much worse place for everyone but themselves, and their corporate clients.
I saw this man on TV last night. His name was Burt, and he had a long beard. He used to sell honey on the side of the road in New England, until he picked up this hitchhiker who made him famous, and earned him a lot of money. She earned even more money for herself.
Burt was an interesting character (he died several years ago at the ripe age of 80, in spite of both his doctors telling him he would live to be 100). He eschewed complexity and embraced simplicity, choosing to live without the creature comforts known to most of us. For example, he lived in the north woods in a simple cabin with a wood burning stove, no internet, no TV. He had a dog, however. Had two at one point. Labs. He was told they were quite special. They were. Especially to him.
The name of the company started by the hitchhiker, and featuring a not so beaming (rarely did he smile, or show emotion, except when crying about his dogs) Burt on the label was Burt’s Bees. You can look it up. Better yet, watch the film. It will tell you more about this guy than I will.