The Zombies of Hong Kong

If you have ever walked through the streets of notorious Hong Kong you will quickly realize that you are not alone. In fact the more you wander the more you find that walking here is actually like a video game. Meandering zombies on their way to their master Count Dracula to report the feeds of the day. Working 8:30 to 7:30 six days a week certainly can not be healthy...that is unless you find time amidst the onlooking of a suspicious boss to work out, go swimming, take a leisurely walk, pray, read your spiritual book, take a vacation, and do the required work on hand. Alas, this can not quite be a reality and thus I capsulate these monotonous individuals to the slave driving force behind Dracula's thriving regime. I will evermore become the Zombie killer.

Hey...when you play with knives be gentle.

Can These Guys be trusted???? What do you think?

Do you sometimes feel like this Chinese New Years Dragon when you wake up in the morning? 

Recently Julianne and I went to Taiwan and boy did we eat like kings. In fact if you look closely you can see just how big my belly really is at this Japanese Restaurant. 

Yes Dog's Latrine. 

Have you ever seen a dog latrine before? Well while I was hiking I came across one. Good thing dogs don't need privacy while doing their thing. 

The Boys on St. Helens Sometimes it's those great memories that last forever.

Solitary Confusion

Within the confined walls of my thoughts; Endless impressions of raindrops; Cover your body with unmanageable consequences; This scene imprints my mind and embeds itself into history; Where thoughts of happier days resurface to seek fame and power. So skip happiness along the nearest lake and pretend it never sinks, Because our imaginations could never disappear. And still we persist to glow as fading lights on a mission for blackout; Dreading the moments conceived through absentmindedness; Covering every tear with four letter words; While managing to conceal reality with smiles and white teeth. But now the tortured notion of solitary confinement; Distinguishes itself in every reflection; That grins back though the polished tiles; They seem to lead my life; Square by Square by Square By Landon Wood

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The Joy of work

There are times in life when the perpencity of progession seems to be clouded by a shrewed darkenss. The bits of light that funnel through create dillusions, distractions and uncertainties. The greater the uphoric symphony of dreams the more miss perception life seems to become. The one thing that is certain and constant seems to be the simple fact that work is joy. Those are morsels of work that create joy and change the world forever.

The Trip

Seeing in the real world, Trying to taste the salt, For out of life springs light and liver, Can’t digress from reality either, Old times reverberate through my ears, The smells intoxicate my nose, Deepness transcends dreams and hearts, Pushing upward from an unknown source, The way in divided by my touching hand, Through shouting of a forgotten voice, Anguish is replaced by perception, Then I arrive at the place called home.

The Train

The time flies on by and I am here, A tranquil, fragile soul that is contented, Mustering courage and faith to ride the train of success, I jump on board and I am there. The time flies on by and you are there, Fidgeting, mustering the depth of the soul, Turmoil, trauma, and beguile to ride the train of uncertainty, You leap on board and you are here. Two diverse souls on the train of consideration, The only two deliberating their future, We join hands and feel the warmth, Life is calm, life is love. Friends from a distant past with the future in our path! Love McKay

Vision of a Cluttered Mind

Her eyes peel back and there is darkness, A flutter and a float takes a different fullness, Dipping, draining, forming, the light penetrating, She is there, peering through the wellness. Slivers straiten through the shaft of light, Her body folds and convulses that night, Twisted, flipped, wrapped, the light shined, She is there, contorted, feeling the fright. Moist and sticky, it lies in her spit, It cannot touch her unbend able lip, Torn, shorn, the light is now born, She is there, veiled, bending with hip. The light is consumed……..there is darkness. McKay Wood

Dirt

Well OK here's the dirt! It's on the ground and it sometimes gets between your toes and for a fleeting moment you pick it out frantically cursing under your breath at that little worm that just dug its way into you heel. Yes, this is life and feet are the main objective: callused, dirty and full of stench. they hold you, support you, get you places, move you, jump you, kick you, and when you lay down to rest at night they are there with you resting at the same time. Oh the feet of life sometime fleeting and hampering because this is what you do. Are they connected to the innermost thought and divine accusations that come but as to no result of your feet? And when you sprain those poor little devils what sort of love do they get. And a swear or two to let them know that they are weak and impossible to please. Oh how I love me feet that connect my soul with the reality beneath it. So, love your feet and feel at ease because no matter how much you spit or cough your feet will love you all the day long. Love McKay

A Place Called Home

Wow the pleasures of a place called home. The smell of the trees, the smile of the bros, and the love of a family. Yes, the celebrated coming home has created euphoria in this tranquil state that I now reside. The great treasure of future seems to beacon me to come find her. I recapitulate through mine eyes the past that has been. A field of vibrant colors, foreign words floating through the air, tumultuous times in places of peril. Yes I will succeed and with her shall posse the inheritance of eternity. The prison of mediocrity cannot bind my bearing soul and lead me through gates of never-never land. I am here, I am real, I am me!

love McKay

Family Vitamins

So it is very fine thing to be traveling all over the place and suddenly realize that you are just traveling. And in the back of your mind you hear the echo of take a break you’re working too much! Very ironic but just when you thought you were taking a break your mind says "no your working" and the only thing left to do is climb a hill with a great Hindu temple on the top and watch the sun set! The fact of the matter is each of us has a breaking point. Well let me be more specific...we all have a point at which we can say “I'm not doing what I thought I was doing.” You see, this is all very fine and dandy until the dandy wilts and dies. Then you’re left with just the fine and no dandy. That would not be so bad if the fine you had to pay was no more than the original cost of the dandy but it of course never is? It all comes down to proper vitamins. I am talking about the vitamins of life...you know the kind that we all need and if we don't get them we are sad and deprived. You are all smart kids and can relate when I speak metaphorically so get off your butts and take some vitamins today! I love you all McKay

Hawaii

Oh the joy of the sun setting beneath my tired eyes, the clouds caressing the fibers of my vision, the sand spinning silk on my chest, the waves cresting on my brow, the horizon easing my dreams, the palms waving through my hair, and the fish swimming through my legs. This is a place of wonder, of passion, of reality. The usualness of life becomes transfixed through a brief moment of splendor...her name...Hawai'i.

Love

McKay

A Time and a Place

There is a time and a place for almost everything I am convinced. A time to be here, a time to be there, and a time to stare. A time to give and to get and a time to forget. A time see and to feel and a time to be real. A time to think and to wonder and a time to make a blunder. A time to time to pee and to poo and a time to just be you. A time to find and to make and a time to break. A time to like and to love and a time to receive from above. A time to learn and to teach and a time to preach. A time to cry and to yearn and a time to earn. A time to hug and to kiss and a time to miss. Through all of these times there come with them certain places. They are understandably places in time. Or perhaps time in places. I am a wanderer. Wandering across lands and worlds. Seeing, feeling, touching, being. I am man. I have been perplexed by the lives of many to only at some distant time find their lives in myself. How far must I need to go. How long do I need to sow? At this moment I am trivial in my thinking of life. The times and places consume and presume themselves in a thought of good fortune. As for this time I will lose myself in the reality of China as I embark on the journey of TIME in a PLACE of dreams.

McKay

Inspired by Ecclesiastes 1:1-11

3 Strikes

Fri, 27 Jul 2001 So as it happens to be I am on the fate of 2 with the probability of getting 3 strikes and being put out of the ball game. I am optimistic however with my waves of good fortune and understanding the movement of life. Yes, it happened finally my second major scooter accident in the heart of Taiwan. Let me play a bit on the first strike that happened nearly 3 months ago. I was at the third intersection that we can see from our building. Incidentally if you stand outside on our balcony (the 11th floor) for a time you will most probably see an accident! So I was turning the corner and a hot rider came whipping around me at some higher top speed. Well unfortunately he caught the side of my bike and both our bikes went spinning into oblivion. I am sure he felt like Alice in Wonderland when she was in her spin cycle. I received a bruised hip a broken mirror and some other minor cuts. I was scared with shock for a while after and wow I was pumping adrenalin. The great thing about these teenage cruisers is the stereotype. They all are skinny, rich, brown dyed hair, the hockey style helmet with their 100cc Suzuki Dream scooters that could blow bye my slightly older 125cc. Occasionally their high school girlfriend is riding on the back almost always young and gorgeous. So my run in with this kid was less than favorable and he must have got the worst of it. However despite his spinning bike and body he got up in a hurry boarded once again his bat cycle and cruised on to victory, that I am sure. My cousin Mike promptly yelled “get your can over here”. A good effort but had no effect on the 100% Taiwanese roadster boy wonder. Now the second accident was in (my eyes full of compassion) concern of who’s fault it was. I was cautiously going through the next intersection and what before my eyes should appear but an old ladies scooter and her eyes full of fear. Yes she just jumped out in front of me not looking and I bulldozed her. I almost drove right over her. Quite the speedy dream I was having. I got up picked up my bike and she had slid from out under her scooter and she had a boo boo on her knee. Yip she was just a little hurt and I was once again a shocked man. I picked up all of her things that got scattered and sent her on her way. One guy even drove his scooter over and said that it was nice of me to help her. He obviously did not see the whole picture and assumed that this old lady could barley drive a scooter let alone see where she was going. There you have it folks the talented driving of the Taiwanese. I am amazed almost everyday I see drivers whipping past and through and in between and inside and beside, wow amazing. It has put me over the edge for the competition in the North American market. When I return I will be rearing to go. I will just need to consider something a little bigger than the maximum 150cc that is restricted by law! The third strike I am sure will come at the most crucial part of the game and I will be ready! Love McKay