The weather over the past 2 days has been dreadfully humid. It is cool, though, so it is not too bad. I left a packet of potato chips out last night, and this morning they were so soggy they drooped from my fingers without breaking.
The road from the university to my home curves around the WanShou mountain. There is another, slightly faster, way home, but I prefer the night drives through the cool mountain air and the quiet which I cannot find anywhere else. Often, though, there are packs of dogs that scavenge along the road, sometimes darting across the headlight beam or sometimes just laying by the underbrush on the side of the road. When you pass, they look up at you expectantly. Though I think they are harmless neighborhood dogs, sometimes I get the feeling that if I stopped my scooter or slowed to a crawl, I would be devoured in flashes of white fangs.
Tomorrow I am going to see Tsai Ming Liang, a well-known Taiwanese movie director and one of my favorites. He is speaking at the university, and though it will probably be entirely in Chinese, I am looking forward to it. Maybe I will get a chance to tell him that I have taught one of his movies to a composition class in the US.
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