Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

Fifteen days and counting  §

Sometimes it feels as though this entire month will turn into what seems like one massive, indistinct day in which literally everything happens. There are so many things to feel and think right now that I don’t quite know where to begin, much less where I will end up.

There are moments that are quite surreal. Like this: sitting here in this beautiful house in Astoria that belongs to friends I didn’t even know a few months ago, and now I have spent a month here! Meanwhile, I’m preparing to go meet family. Her family. My family! Family. Who could have imagined this? When I landed in Salt Lake City in December, I remember wondering if that would be me forever: coming back alone to the parents’ house for seasonal visits, with little to show for the in-between times but more academic work, despite the things I really wanted out of life.

And now, just a few short months later… Here I sit.

There are little joys, too. I have been shopping just a little bit (I can’t afford any more than a little bit) for proper clothes. I haven’t had proper clothes in years. It’s rather fun. I’m definitely not as trim or muscular as I was the last time I had proper clothes, but we’ll chalk that up to middle age.

I also have been reading Oracle Bones, which is quite engrossing. It’s been too long since I read anything nice and… informative. Entertaining. Something not a towering literary classic nor a deep and ponderous work of theory. Something simply light and interesting and nice.

Also, there is this photo album on BBC, which somehow made me smile this afternoon.

One grump, about Chinese food.

Why can’t we have it? I stopped by a place here in town to pick up a delivery menu for the future—you know, just in case. You can never have too many delivery menus. This place, like every other damn place in urban America, has nice big labels on its sheet reading:


What I want to know is where I can get your basic old-fashioned Chinese food that I like that is eye-deep in peanut oil and laced with a generous portion of MSG. Why else, exactly, does one buy Chinese food in the first place?

I miss my girlfriend. Every time I think about her I can’t help but smile… and then of course I miss her a little more. Vicious cycles. 😉

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