eat drink man woman it isn't the first time i've seen the ang lee classic, "eat drink, man woman." but it is definitely nice to be reminded of living life as tastefully as humanly possible. this is every artist's dream, to impart their life's remarks for the time being and stir inspiration, thought, movement into an audience. tragically it took the very early hours in the morning when distraction is asleep for me to appreciate old taiwan, beautifully elaborate dishes with no taste, superscaled banquets where food taste matters little, the irony of daughters finally fleeing their house, save for the most likely one - and when she finally does, she's not getting married.

storytelling is most effective with metaphors. i noticed dostoevsky consumed, as in, you devour a book. fast food, for rushed consumers. amsterdam, and its bland cuisine, the perfect backdrop for indonesia's spice. a high rise office space, and flight, to take in all of taipei. the music you take in. the sport you burn. the packed meat you must boil patiently to soften. sweet, sturdy rice wrap created by kneading soft dough and spread in circles over hot plate. the spirits and ginger soup you drink. the dumplings, still in the steamer, you eat.  ¶ 10/17/2005 05:39:00 AM