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My relationship to Taiwan is arbitrary and constantly fluctuating. Nonetheless, I'm always extremely excited to hear about big news coming from the island, particularly the World Games, which took place last week in Kaohsiung. I actually had no idea that the Games were taking place in Taiwan until I read an article about the stadium designed by Toyo Ito. The stadium itself is marvelous: it's the largest solar-powered stadium in the world. For me, it expresses everything that a stadium should reprsent: it's overall appearance suggests a coiled serpent, which lends it a vibrant energy lacking from most monolithic arenas. Part of it is also completely open to the park, with the idea that people will be able to simply come in and enjoy whatever's going on. Plus, it's gorgeous, right?



From what my mother's told me, everyone seems to have been really excited about the World Games. It's absolutely wonderful for Taiwan - it's always exciting to see us get some publicity. The cynic in me, however, sees it in a different light: how fitting is it that within a year of the Beijing Olympics, the World Games, an Olympic subsidiary for lesser-known sports, takes place in Taiwan? I think it really speaks to the political situation in the two countries.

Anyway, for more on the fantastic architect, Toyo Ito, check out this NYTimes article. He just got commissioned to do the Berkeley Arts Museum and they're beginning to build his design for the Taichung Opera House, which looks fantastic.
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jcr. this way

I'm finally getting around to uploading my Oxford pics. So strange to say, but I really miss it.
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this is the cutest boy ever


It's really disconcerting when little children are so much cooler than me.
img from here.
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Iggy & Ziggy


Yes, please.
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she make the people say, "yeah"

photo from gazettetimes.com

I have an extreme, irony-free predilection for outdated pop tunes. That is, I can't really appreciate pop songs while they're still, uh, popular. Whether this is because I'm not up on the cultural zeitgeist or because of a deeply ingrained snobbism is unclear, but either way I always seem to rediscover songs several months or years after they are long off the radio (or in the case of Manhattan KS radio, it probably never went off because we still seem to enjoy SugarRay and other 90s poppettes). One of my all-time favorites is prepubescent pop sensation 3LW (the acronym stands for "3 Lil' Women), whose outrageously catchy song "No More (Baby I'ma Do it Right)" was reintroduced to me via my friend Nikki a few years back. One of my guilty Oxford pleasures was "Hot N' Cold" by Katy Perry, whose musical stylings usually cause a pop rash in my soul. However, the insane ubiquity of the song in English clubs meant that it became sort of anthem to the Oxford term abroad. It manages to conjure up hot, sweaty, awkward nights at The Bridge and unplugged singing while bopping around the Continent.

As of late, I've become obsessed with T-Pain. His "Buy You a Drink" was already a favorite from NY days, but it's his song "Can't Believe It" that really gets my jam flowing. I don't care what Jay-Z says, I love autotune, especially T-Pain's use of it. Not to mention, the graphics are ludicrously amusing - it looks like the graphics designer simply took his Sims dream houses and implanted it into the video.
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If there's anything I'm fanatic about, it's dining, especially when it comes to ferreting out places that haven't been heard of by most of the population and that serve food at a relatively affordable price. There's nothing better than eating something moltenly delicious and knowing that it cost you less than an over-sugared Frappucino.

That's partly why I was (and am still) so obsessed with New York; the profusion of cafes, restaurants, and street carts prompted a maddening need to eat anything and everything. One of my favorite guides is New York Magazine's food guides that come out every year and are usually around $9-11. Even better is their issue dedicated to "Cheap Eats", whose release each year causes me to shut myself in the bedroom and obsessively plan what and where I'm going to eat next time I visit.

One great thing they did this year is a huge feature on pizza (specifically the "Neapolitan Pizza Revolution"). When I was living in the city, there would be quite a few times where I wouldn't be able to afford a proper meal while wandering around on the weekends, during my lunch break, or after work. Pizza, of course, was always the answer.

For around $2 a plain slice, I could eat all that I wanted. Pizza is the great democratizer. It made a great meal, especially with red pepper flakes, garlic salt, and parmesan piled on top. It made an even better snack, it's oily cheese dripping down the fold and onto the plate (or my shirt). Though most foodies seem to regard most of the pizza stands in NYC as subpar, for me, each slice was always a revelation compared to the execrable pies back in the Midwest. Before moving to New York, I wasn't even that crazy about pizza. Yet, something about the pies there completely and utterly changed my mind. It's hard to describe to someone what exactly makes New York pizza exactly so astoundingly exquisite; a lot of people say it's the crust - definitely a big deal -, but for me, it lies in the perfect balance of ingredients in every slice. Plus, there's the wonderful experience of being able to fold a pizza slice and eating it. Chicago deep dish, no matter what people say, is not pizza.


I remember coming back to Kansas and going with a bunch of people to eat at Wheatstate Pizza, a local favorite known for their wheat crust. It was perhaps one of the more depressing incidents I'd ever experienced; while the other's "mmmed" and "awwed" over the pizza, I could barely keep the excessively doughy, soft crust and saccharine sauce down my throat. That moment, more than anything, clarified that I was no longer in New York.
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STAT

So I'm resuscitating this blog from its longstanding illness. Admittedly, it was a little pointless as a blog documenting my time abroad, which partly resulted from the fact that I was there and much preferred experiencing Oxford than recounting them. Now that I'm back perhaps I'll write about some of my exploits, but I think this space will primarily serve as a thoroughly random, visually-oriented journal.

1) I was driving to class this morning and Boyz II Men and Mariah Carey's 90s pop hit "One Sweet Day" came on air (don't ask me what radio station I was listening to). I well remember this song and its music video from my MTV-saturated youth, but never realized that it was about someone's death - WHJAT? Anyway, I'm having this played at my funeral (and if you look at the youtube video w/ lyrics, the author posted something akin to "stop writing RIP comments" apparently due to the onrush inspired by MJ's recent death). Until then, I will hope that there comes a karaoke night soon when I can bust this out.


2) Absolutely obsessed with the idea of grey flannel bedding like the kind that T Magazine editor Stefano Tonchi has in his own bedroom.
SO GOOD.