Taiwan is not China. (Let's see if that sentence gets my website banned in China like it was in the good old days.)

Having traveled around China for many years, my first impression upon arriving in Taiwan was: "Hm, this place is just like China." Really, it's not.

Now I've lived here for a couple of years, and from the beginning I quickly discovered it's nothing like China.

What makes it so different?

So with all these differences, what led me to believe it's like China at first glance?

Well, the fact that there is Chinese written everywhere does a good job of creating such an illusion. Seeing long rows of stores selling the same thing is also a common sight in China, as well as streets which are generally dirty and worn down. Actually, the Chinese have a knack for making places like shops and homes appear cluttered (ż¶Ã, a trait pointed out and criticized by Bo Yang several years back); this definitely hasn't changed in Taiwan. And last but not least, as advanced and "international" as it is, the population is still quite homogeneous, making everyone either slightly xenophobic or a little too curious, not unlike the mainland.

Overall, I still prefer mainland China's "Chineseness" to Taiwan's relatively chaotic mix of languages and cultures. Besides, Taiwan is a tiny place without much of interest, compared to the massive China filled with all manner of cool and, yes, mysterious destinations.

 

What am I doing here, anyway?

This story starts back in 2002, and I think it's going to be a short one.

I first came to Taiwan on a scholarship received through the U.S. Dept. of Education, which I used to pay for food and a single room in an apartment while I was attending National Taiwan University's International Chinese Language Program. If you have to come to Taiwan to learn Chinese, it is a very well organized program which gives a lot of personal attention, I highly recommend it;but, if you have a choice, go to China instead. I actually only took one or two classes at a time, spending most of my time reading and writing for personal projects.

There isn't really all that much worth traveling around to see in Taiwan, so when I wasn't in school, I was either at the large park in the center of the city (Da'an Forest Park), or in my room, which got kind of crazy towards the spring and summer when the temperature in the top floor, AC-less, bathed in sunlight all day, 16 foot square space would go over 40 degC... (When I returned to the U.S. after almost a year of studying in Taiwan, everyone said I got thinner; must've been the sauna I lived in.)

The landlady, Mrs. Xu, actually lived crammed in the small room next to mine with her son, a college freshman. Though a bit talkative at times, she was extremely nice, and not only repeatedly said I'm just like a son to her, but actually proved it sometimes, for example by giving me 1/3 of my rent back as a hongbao ([generally,] money given by older family members to unmarried younger ones during Chinese New Year). She even accompanied me on a freezing, rainy four-hour hike on the first day of the new year; ain't she great?! By the way, she's a math teacher at a cram school.

Obviously we're already into 2003, and towards the end of this stay, I met my wife, Kei (it was technically a re-meet, since we saw each other a few times about 4 years before that), then had to return to Berkeley for one last semester.

Kei came to stay with me for the last few months of 2003, then in 2004, I began looking at the prospects of finding a normal job in Taiwan. This involved a trip across the Pacific every few weeks, and when I finally found an interesting job at a TV station about half way through the year, the government ironically refused to let me take it. (Many of the Chinese language programs in Taiwan are supported by the government (primarily through a large number of Ministry of Education scholarships) to get foreigners interested in Chinese and Taiwan, thereby improving relations and contact with other countries and even convincing some people to bring their expertise over to Taiwan; yet, when someone actually does want to move here, they don't let him. Funny.)

I thus shifted the focus of my job search to mainland China, but did not find any enticing long term opportunities that would allow me to maintain my relationship with my then-still-girlfriend, Kei. So I made her my now-wife Kei, and we lived happily ever after.

Without jobs, that is.

I'm gradually working towards getting a job, but it's perhaps because my pace is too slow that I am continually interrupted, often by myself. I did spent a chunk of time back in the U.S. helping mom and Peter finish their latest book, Hungry Planet: What the World Eats, but most of my days are still spent reading and writing on various ideas that keep popping into my head, as I certainly don't want to waste all this great free time!

[06 jul 05]