I’m sitting here on a smoggy Sunday afternoon, 33 stories up in a hotel in Taipei, Taiwan. Thanks to the busy travel season I’m here two full days before I normally would be. I contemplate the mound of work I should be doing as well as the plethora of crummy television on in Asia.

One thing that I am reminded of is how poorly Amercians are perceived outside the US. Bush has basically burned bridges the world over, and the general public will be paying for this long after he’s gone. It’s really, really sad, actually.

In the meantime I think I’ll find something more productive to do. Like breathing in some toxic local air, maybe.