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Crushing The Block

September 11th, 2012. Taipei, Taiwan. Dante Coffee in Guting. 8:34AM

My inbox. Oh, I don't really like that subject line. Well, click it --

I hate to push back yet again, but I can hardly get anything done right now. Let me finish UI + client project first.

Also, my concentration is complete shit. This money thing still fucks me up.

And then, epiphany strikes, the lights come on, the darkness recedes, and all is clear.

The Simple Problems Found on the Island

On Tynan

It's midnight and I'm on my cot in a tent on the island. It's quiet now, just small waves slapping the rocks and jokes between me, my cousins, and my friend Nick, When we wake up, it will be very windy and possibly rainy. There's a hurricane en-route, which is expected to weaken to some less impressive category of storm.

Installed on my phone now is a tide app, which always strikes me as bizarre when I'm walking around the city at home. But here it's part of life. When it's high tide it's easier to boat back, and possible to carry heavy loads in the boat. At low tide boating requires a lot more precision to find the deep water channel, but we can circumnavigate the island easier on foot.

I like having to think about the weather a little bit. It's a connection to the real world from which we've largely insulated ourselves. Most of the time that's a good thing, but tradeoffs hide behind convenience.

Our island has no luxury, other than that of time and space. One of the luxuries lost is the luxury of being fussy. One of my cousins runs inside when mosquitos come out, and another is inexplicably scared of butterflies. But the island trails were flooded with tiny white moths and the constant whine of mosquitos is the soundtrack of the deep woods.

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