Keep 'em guessing. Not hard, since I have no idea. Asians who indulge in self-criticism sometimes note their own lack of creativity. And then they often go and do exactly what someone else is doing. The truth of the matter is that there is nothing new under the sun. But forgive me Sung for pretending there is. Put me not in a box until I am inanimate. I'm busy doing crazy shit to see what happens. The scary part is when other people do it too after watching me. Chinese hospitality is fascinating. Perhaps you have heard me hold forth: not inscrutable but incomprehensible. So I'm still torn between Langacker and Sapir/Whorf, buy my book already and I'll move on. But causality, o causality. I can have a few Thai thoughts now, does this give me Asian mind? No more than studying zen since I was twelve, nor less. Reading about Lao Tzu quizzing Yangzi today. I can't tell you how inappropriate that seems to me. Like Brahma bowing down to Siddata. Who believes this bullshit? I like Chuang Tzu better every day. Still assimilating the Dao Te Ching anyway. No copy of the Chuang Tzu yet. But really, it's good. Doesn't seem like the work of a guy who'd say -what do you know? Separating the wheat from the chaff? We're all chaff. On a good day we can all be wheaties. Looking for a smiling face in Tianjin. -I love China, as if that precludes loving anything else. Well, for some I guess it does. I love China too. I also love Tibet, Thailand, spin your globe and poke a finger or just continue down the alphabet, Palestine, Merka and I'm trying hard as hell to love Israel. If you want to study with me I ask only one question: Why?
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