In Taiwan Again

March 15, 2014 · 0 comments

So I’m back in Taiwan on business this week.  Traveling alone, which I think is the way I prefer it.  I used to travel with a Taiwanese guy who works for a different company that my firm partners with, but he was transferred to another division and now can’t work directly with me because of conflict-of-interest stuff.  It was nice when we traveled together because he’d basically handle a large part of the meetings.  English is still the second language of most of my contacts, and no matter how well they speak and understand, their attention span is still only about 20 minutes or so – which is perfectly understandable.  My partner used to switch everything over to Mandarin once the (potential) clients’ eyes started to glaze, which was really helpful for everyone.

This is probably my third or fourth trip in as many years to Taiwan by myself.  I remember very clearly the first one – if I can remember, I’ll link to a couple of the posts from then – I was all kinds of nervous back then, a feeling I’m quite happy to say I don’t have right now.  I’m not so much confident that I’ll do a great job and/or pick up a couple of new clients, but rather I just don’t really give a shit.  Not that I’m ignoring responsibility or refusing to prepare – my ducks are in a nice neat row – it’s just that I don’t have quite so much ego involved this time.  I know what my value proposition is and if the people I’m selling to can’t see it, that’s fine with me – I won’t starve if I don’t find new clients on this trip.  I guess that’s one of the benefits of being a mere employee:  if I was on my own, I might very well starve if I didn’t find new clients.

Anyway, today is Sunday.  I flew out of the States on Friday morning and arrived Saturday night, Taiwan time.  Twelve hours’ difference between the time zones.  Jet lag is a ghost right now:  I can’t see it or feel it, and it may or may not be there or show up later.  I went to sleep around midnight last night and was up around 7 this morning.  Ate breakfast (I need to remember to get enough calories and water in me) and went for a walk.  My fitbit says about 4.5 miles so far, with 14 staircases in between (down/up to go under some of the major intersections here in Taipei).  I’m sitting at a Starbucks, typing on my Apple bluetooth keyboard, which is linked to my (rooted) Galaxy Note II, which is in airplane mode and tethered to my work iPhone.  I’m listening to Daft Punk’s album Alive 2007, which I’ve been dying to hear for a while now (it got lost in the iPhone/Android transition shuffle.  What a great fucking album.  Listening via my iPod nano and looking right at my Kindle, which I’ll pick up as soon as I’m done here.  Isn’t technology wonderful?

Hopefully I can get a few more miles under my sneaks today so that I fall asleep easily tonight.  (Melatonin will also be helpful.)   I have a dinner appointment with a contact this evening and three meetings tomorrow.  I feel pretty good overall.  For whatever reason, I’ve been doing a really good job of staying in the moment these last few weeks.  I have no idea why; it’s not something I’ve been actively working on, but it’s happening and I’m grateful for it.

I can hear Elton John’s voice in my head singing that line from “Rocket Man” over and over: “…I miss my wife.”

Miss you too, Mr. Henry Monkeypants.  I’ll try to bring back something Asian for you to chew on.


Yo What Up Dog

February 10, 2014 · 0 comments

Life is good.  Accomplishments in 2013:

  • Read a bunch of books
  • Went to work a lot
  • Worked from home, too
  • Got my wife pregnant
  • Helped name the kid (Henry)
  • Didn’t fuck up the whole kid-raising thing (NB: he’s still not talking; hope that’s not my fault)
  • et cetera

How was your 2013, dear reader?  Any resolutions for 2014?  I’ve been on and off the fence about resolutions.  On the one hand, I’ve always thought that changing oneself (or just habits) is something that can start any time at all – not just on the first day of the Gregorian Calendar.  On the other hand, resolutions (if made correctly) can be pretty positive things.  Back to the first hand, however, I have also read that although it’s a good idea to set goals for oneself, one should not tell anyone else what those goals are, as simply telling someone else leads one to believe that one has already made a fine start on accomplishing those goals, and that one can thus rest assured that the goals will be completed without further effort upon one’s part.


I’m not going to tell you what my resolutions and/or goals are, if indeed I even have any.

Ok, that’s enough exercising of the writing muscles for today.  They’re pretty out of shape.  I’d better go get some protein.

Look!  Nuts!


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