typhoon in…

Image hosted by Photobucket.com
… taiwan.

we didn’t get on the plane today,
the beach we were to perform on,
has disappeared.
this super typhoon in is the worst in 5 years.

i hope the country pulls though safely.

the show may be re-scheduled,
i still look forward to discovering taiwan one day.

mother nature sure is acting up lately…
…enjoy yourselves.

xMAdMx

41 Responses to “typhoon in…”

  1. Thiago says:

    I hope people there are ok…

  2. Mark the M.W.D. creator says:

    If I would have a chance to see you, then I would not be afraid of typhoon, flood, eathtquake and every bad things.
    Ohhh I will leave my hometown for seaside town soon. I will join the army and I will be a sailor.
    What you think?

  3. echo says:

    Bonjour,

    Ici Caroll de plasticmoon.org (linké sur le site de Denise]. Je viens juste de découvrir ton blog et c’est super de pouvoir te lire. Merci de partager tout cela.
    Amitiés from Paris.

  4. Mark Sommerschield says:

    *gasp* – That is so sad. Thankgod it didn’t arrive when the festival was being performed. Aww I was looking forward to seeing photo’s from the gig! I was also wondering if you were going to perform some new material in Taiwan? I hope your well Melissa, missing you over here in UK!

    Mark x x

  5. Oily Green says:

    Hoi Melissa,

    Too bad the typhoon had made the gig postponed. It’s going to be rescheduled as announced on the website. So have you left Taiwan already? I hope NOT!!

    I live in the south part of Taiwan. My town is famous of lotus. check the following website
    http://www.lotuscarnival.org.tw/ too bad there’s only Chinese version. Or you can check my photo album http://www.wretch.cc/album/album.php?id=aloelew&book=8

    When you step on the island next time, don’t forget to pay a visit to my lovely hometown- Baiho(means White River in Chinese). Not only the lotus to see, but also hot spring to bathe!

    Take care!

    Aloe XXXX

  6. rikkytrikky says:

    Taht sucks Mel. Indeed, Mother Nature doesn’t appear happy at the moment. Not that it would have anything to human-enhanced climate change or anything. President Bush says that’s all a bunch of liberal bull dookey. And he should know, shouldn’t he?! YEEEHAW! God, Guts and Glory!

    Confinement.

    Even the water in the cell seemed trapped.

    Confined and still.

    The Madrokk touched the surface of the coral walls and tried to remember what he’d read about the tiny sea-animals in his books. They built external structural skeletons and formed colonies. A community of thousands; building upon and around the structures of those who existed now and those who came before. Cell upon tomb, upon cell, upon tomb. It seemed that his prison was made up of the hardened limestone excretions of countless generations of microscopic creatures, both dead and alive.

    He didn’t find the prospect very encouraging.

    He lay down and shut his eyes, although it didn’t make much difference to him in the watery dark. After a time his mind, lacking any kind of external stimuli, was drawn back down the dimly lit dual carriageway of his retinas.

    Towards the sprawling community that lay within.

    A drowsy breeze blew through the deserted streets; over the rubble lying on the cracked pavements and bludgeoned tarmac beneath his feet. Most of buildings and homes he passed looked abandoned or run-down.

    Perhaps this was the bad side of town?

    He walked through the deserted streets for a while without any clear purpose, until eventually coming upon a large, important-looking building which appeared to have fared somewhat better than the others. A tall skyscraper of chipped, brittle brick, discoloured and stained with age.

    On the front was a sign that read: ‘HEAD-QUARTERS.’

    The building’s windows were closed or bordered up, yet a high, chain-link fence which hummed and buzzed with what sounded like a strong electric current cordoned off the area.

    Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

    The Madrokk turned to find a large man with a coarse, pear-shaped face, a bristle white moustache and suspicious eyes.

    “Here, you!” said the man with officious indignation. “Have you got a permit to stand there?!”

    The man was dressed in a jungle camouflage uniform of green and brown, with black, hob-nailed boots on his feet. On top of his head was a pith helmet with the word: ‘CHIEF’ stencilled across in bright letters.

    “I suppose you’re the Chief?” asked the Madrokk.

    “NAH! I JUST WEAR THIS HAT ‘CAUSE IT MAKES ME FEEL PRETTY!!” barked the man in response. “FACETIOUS QUESTIONS ARE TREATED THE SAME AS INSUBORDINATION IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD BOY-O! NOW STATE YOUR NAME AND BUSINESS, BEFORE I DECIDE TO KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU WITH MY BLOODY STICK!”

    “I am the Madrokk.”

    The Chief’s eyes grew wide. “THE GUV’NOR!” he hissed, dropping to his knees. “Forgive me sir!” he grovelled. “No one told me you was making a visit today! If I had known, we might’ve tidied up a bit! Or maybe staged a parade–!”

    “What’s been going on around here?” asked the Madrokk, bewildered. “Hey–stop that, you’re drooling on my boots! Get back up and explain yourself.”

    The Chief shot to his feet, and gave the Madrokk a rigid salute. “RIOTS, SIR!” He shouted, his eyes directed fiercely above the Madrokk’s head. “LOCALS WENT CRAZY-HAD TO PUT ‘EM DOWN SIR!”

    “Don’t shout.” interrupted the Madrokk. “What in the world do you mean by riots? What locals?”

    “SORRY SIR–! (oops) I mean–sorry, sir! Riots and more riots!” answered the Chief more quietly.

    “Yes–?”

    “Whole blooming place has gone mad sir! Don’t know what’s been going on outside, but the native’s have certainly been stirred up by something! Used to be real quiet round here. Used to be a real pleasure for us aficionados, everything calm and peaceful like. But now its bloody chaos! They’ve got the Intelligentsia Quartet working on the problem up in Head-Quarters, but there’s still no news as yet!”

    “-Intelligentsia Quartet–?”

    “Yes sir!” answered the Chief with a sharp nod. “ Shall I take you to them?”

    “I-um-well–”

    “Right! Follow me then sir!”

    Not knowing what else to do, the Madrokk followed and together they marched smartly along the perimeter of the electric fence until they came to a small gate. On the other side stood a young guard with a slim, acne-ridden face.

    “ATTEENSHUN!” bellowed the Chief. “This here’s the Gu’vnor! He wants to meet with the Quartet! Turn off the bloody juice, so we can get through!”

    The young guard jumped up like he’d been stung and rushed over to a large switch on the wall. For several frantic moments he tugged at the handle before it finally pulled down with a rusty creak.

    There was a sharp click and flash of light.

    Then the fence grew silent.

    Shaking like a leaf, the guard rushed to the gate and attacked its formidable-looking padlock with an enormous jangley set of keys. Eventually the right key was found, and the gate swung open.

    The guard stepped hurriedly away a gave a salute: a quivering two-by-four of discipline.

    “That’s good training for you, that is.” said the Chief.

    “Looks more like petrification.” replied the Madrokk.

    The Chief led him to the front of the building, then up the concrete steps to the main entrance. With a low grunt, the Chief shouldered open the wooden doors and they moved inside.

    “Gasp–!”

    The Madrokk stood before a long, bright corridor of sparkling white tile. It was a unexpected contrast to the building’s exterior, for inside there was not a mark or blemish to be seen anywhere.

    “Follow me, sir.” said the Chief.

    As they moved along the corridor, dazzling fluorescent lights shone down from the ceiling, forcing them to cover their eyes against the glare.

    “You’ll get used to it, sir.” said the Chief

    They carried on for a long time; twisting right, then left, up, down, around, then sideways and the Madrokk soon felt quite lost in all the pristine austerity.

    “How do you know which way you’re going?” he asked.

    “It’s one direction or the other, sir.” answered the Chief over his shoulder. “We either go this way, or back the way we came.”

    “Fair enough.” answered the Madrokk.

    The walls and ceiling of the corridor began to open out as they progressed, creating a wide, high passage that brought them eventually to a great glass escalator.

    Going ‘up’.
    “After you, sir.” said the Chief.

    The Madrokk looked to see where the thing led, but the translucent conveyance was too high for him make out what was at the top.

    “Okay then.” he said.

    They got on the escalator and were borne aloft at a steady unhurried pace. Multi-coloured lights flashed around, and the air was filled with a ephemeral murmuring: like voices softly singing just beyond the range of hearing.

    “What’s that?” asked the Madrokk.

    “Muzak.” answered the Chief, with a broad, moustachioed grin. “Tom Jones I believe sir. You know—‘It’s not unusual, dum-dum, dee-dee-dee-dum!’

    “Oh, right.”

    The escalator deposited them onto the glossy-tiled floor of a wide hall. The ceiling was high with many beams and the walls were decorated with a fluid wrap-around collage of colours and shapes that appeared to alter their appearance every few seconds. Looking closer, the Madrokk thought he recognised some of the images displayed on the flowing mural, while others merely flirted with his memory. In the hall’s centre stood a beautiful onyx fountain that churned up high cascades of water. The Chief led the Madrokk across the smooth floor to the fountain, where they paused to admire its bubbling charm.

    “It’s an odd disparity isn’t it sir?” asked the Chief. “You know, outside nothing but grief and aggravation, whereas here you’ve got peace and beauty. Makes you kind of wonder don’t it?”

    “Hmm.” replied the Madrokk.

    Eventually he and the Chief turned from the fountain and moved towards a plain, pine wood door.

    The brass plaque on the door read: NERVE CENTRE.

    The Chief gave the door a few sharp taps and it creaked open halfway to reveal the shadowed features of a young woman with dark hair and spectacles.

    “Yes-?” she asked carefully.

    “Excuse me love, but this here’s the Gu’vnor-.” said the Chief. “’He’s come to see you lot about the recent trouble in the city.”

    The woman nodded. “Yes, he can come in, but he has to promise to be quiet, for we are very busy.”

    “In you go sir!” said the Chief. “I shall wait here for your return!”

    The Madrokk nodded his thanks and entered. Inside, he found a small circular room with bright yellow walls. In the centre was a burnished blue table around which sat one other woman and two men. A fourth chair stood empty, which he assumed was for the spectacled woman who let him in.

    On the table, atop an embroidered cloth, lay a shiny red apple.

    “This is the proprietor.” said the spectacled woman to the others. They greeted him with impartial expressions, then introduced themselves:

    “I am Phil.” said the man with a red hat.

    “I am Glenda.” said the dark woman with a yellow ribbon.

    “I am Fred” said the man with a colourful tattoo.

    “Agnes.” said the woman with the specs.

    Agnes sat down, motioned for him to be quiet, then turned her attention to the apple.

    “Back to work.” said Agnes.

    “Agreed.” said Glenda.

    “Before we were interrupted, we were discussing the fact that this-” said Fred, gesturing to the apple. “-is the crux of the problem.”

    “It is the still-point in the centre of the storm!” said Fred.

    “The pyjamas on the cat!” piped in Agnes.

    “It looks like an apple to me.” suggested the Madrokk.

    “SHHHHHHH!” hissed the four

    “It’s more than just an apple!” cried Phil.

    “Can’t you see that?” asked Glenda in exasperation.

    “No.” he replied.

    “The apple is a symbol. A metaphorical icon for the centre of your being.” explained Agnes. “You know– tart, crisp and juicy.”

    “Unless of course, it’s gone off.” pointed out Fred.

    “Or there’s a WORM!” cried Agnes.

    “EWWW!”

    “But how are we to determine which is the case?” asked Phil. “Should we eat it? If we do, then there will be nothing more to discuss.”

    “Aside from whether or not it was any good.” pointed out Glenda.

    “If we cut it open only to discover nothing wrong with it, then we may have answered many questions, but ultimately defeated our purpose.” said Agnes. “That which was once whole, would be then be divided.”

    “Maybe we should just chuck it in the bin!” cried Fred, excitedly. “Perhaps this is the solution we seek! True, we may never know whether or not it was any good, but at least we wouldn’t have to worry about it any more.”

    “We could always spend our time after playing pinochle or something.” offered Phil.

    “No, that’s too simple.” replied Agnes shaking her head “Too easy.”

    “I think I’d rather not have the ‘centre-of-my-being’ put into the bin, thank-you.” said the Madrokk.

    “Be quiet!” scolded Glenda. “This matter doesn’t really concern you. Try and see the apple as an idea, or great notion. The idea grows and takes shape, eventually acquiring a significance of its own. It becomes important of and in itself. More significant, and indeed more relevant than even that its creator!”

    “But it’s my life you’re discussing here!”
    replied the Madrokk uneasily.

    “Rubbish!” said Fred. “Your life is of little importance to us. The symbol, the idea, the apple; this is what concerns us.”

    “But if the apple is something that I’ve brought into being, then surely it belongs to me!” said the Madrokk.

    “What absolute twaddle!” cried Agnes. “How incredibly selfish! Do you consider yourself unique? If I were to give birth, the child would not belong to me merely because I conceived and bore it. Even if I care for and provide for its needs, the child’s life is its own.”

    “What if you were to lose interest in this apple?” asked Phil. “Would the apple be obliged to disappear? Does its existence depend solely on your regard and consideration?”

    “Well, I-um, dunno really.” stammered the Madrokk.

    “He still doesn’t get it, does he?” said Glenda.

    “He does look very confused.” observed Fred.

    “Then again-.” said Phil. “-Perhaps we should let him do what he wants.”

    “That’s right, we just work here.” nodded Agnes.

    “Look, shut-up and let me think!” snapped the Madrokk.

    “Well, I never!” exclaimed Fred.

    “He says he wants to think.” said Agnes, equally miffed.

    “What does he suppose we’ve been doing all this time?” asked Glenda.

    Ignoring the Quartet, the Madrokk focused his attention on the apple. It did indeed look to be both red and juicy. Round, even. It seemed fine, but how could one be certain? Was it important?

    “Leave it where it is.” he said quietly, then turned and left the room.

    Back in the hall the Chief was nowhere to be seen, but his grey pith helmet lay on the floor outside the door.

    ‘He must have been called away to put down a riot.’

    The Madrokk picked up the helmet and put it on, then noticed (without too much surprise) that the mural on the chamber’s walls now only depicted apples. Apples, apples, and more apples; turning and blending together in a kinetic red haze. Averting his eyes (and trying to ignore the fruitful implications) he strolled past the fountain and got on the escalator.

    Which was now going ‘down.’

    At the bottom, he walked briskly back through the gleaming white corridor and left the building. Outside, he found the electric fence switched off and the gate left open. There was no sign of the young guard. With a sigh, he made his way back up towards the dual carriageway of his retinas.

    When he got there, he opened his eyes.

    He was still in the cold underwater cell.

    Still alone, still in the dark.

  7. MdMb says:

    Oh! That’s really sad…
    I always wonder, are these the consequences of all the harm we’ve done to Mother Nature? If that’s the case, what can we expect for the future?
    I guess we’ll be in a lot of trouble if we don’t change our ways towards the environment.
    Huge hug!

  8. Tempest says:

    I hope that no one was hurt and I am glad tht the AdM gang is safe!

  9. eloD says:

    Wow, Mademoiselle, talk about being blown away… yet another proof that compared to mother Nature’s Power we are just about insignificant.

  10. Doctor Rock says:

    Thats a very strange thing happened there. Yes, the show has been litterally blown away. You were very lucky you didn’t fly into it. Thats a realy close miss if you ask me, close enough to make a person think just how narrowly we cheat death sometimes, even on a day to day basis. wwhhhooaaa I don’t know.

  11. DorotaAusPolen says:

    …I’m glad you alright…look there was another typhoon( but very harmless&possitive and it was “mother Roisin Murphy” this time) near Kings X in London. That was her first solo London gig and it waaaaaas ….huge exchange of admiration and energy, hey Auf Der maur- if you like to dance — her ” Ruby Blue” is also for you…and I met her on after party and she kissed me in my forhead( like a mother!)…What an amazing human being.Another one!!! Earth is full of us! Ha haha…Take care my dear

  12. smashing_pumpkin says:

    That is a disappointment. I certainly hope Taiwan pulls through and I hope you get a new date for the show 🙂

    Hope you’re doing well, despite this minor setback.

  13. damn nice says:

    mother nature!!! is a bitch!
    mother nature!!! bastard daughter of a great big bang!
    mother nature!!! anger made in taiwan!
    mother nature!!! takes it out on the pacific rim!!!

    mother nature!!! please! no! not my house you bitch!!!
    time to send people to the moon.

  14. rikkytrikky says:

    Mother Nature’s not the problem.

    WE are.

    In case you hadn’t noticed…

  15. Mark Sommerschield says:

    rikkytrikky is right. None of this would have happened if we didn’t fuck up the atmosphere!

  16. damn nice says:

    mother nature is a fictional character!!!!!

  17. To the Hindenpeter says:

    The pollutants that we as a speices billow out into the atmosphere go hand in hand with the greed and curruption of the modern day governments and their own short sighted agenders. to save the planet we must backpeddle. Devorce ourselfs from technology and mordern convinencies and go back to the caves where we create art by smirearing shit and berries on walls and hunt down innocent deer with spears…… then the earth will be saved!!!!!

    HEAR ME FOR I AM THE 2nd COMING OF JESUS!!!!!

  18. damn nice says:

    MELISSA AUF DER MAUR is a fictional character.

  19. Reactive soul says:

    Hello!, me again!!, so long time no see!!… well, i’ve seen this since two or three weeks ago… and now i got the courage to write something, oh… i have a friend who doesn’t know the snow either, we are the snow rejected!!!… and ok!!! i know it’s summer!!!… but se told me to tell you!!!, see you later in some other time…

  20. Stinkerbelle Rock says:

    How very heartbreaking! I’m sure that they were sad to miss you!

  21. jon says:

    dell horoscope info is so cheesy but we were looking at it anyway…why i dont know. I guess it is fun to play around online. Anyway, I saw your dell horoscope posts and though it was cool…Alright, well…have a great night, I am back to dell horoscope surfing LOL : )

    Jon

  22. Jack Naka says:

    I’ve stumbled across your blog when I done some beauty salon oakland research in Google. You’re doing a pretty nice job
    here, keep up the good work! check out beauty salon oakland

  23. Couch Potato says:

    Help me Dude, I’m lost.

    I was searching for Elvis and somehow ended up in your blog, but you know I’m sure I saw Elvis in the supermarket yesterday.

    No honest really, he was right there in front of me, next to the steaks singing “Love me Tender”.

    He said to me (his lip was only slightly curled) “Boy, you need to get yourself a shiny, new plasmatv to go with that blue suede sofa of yours.

    But Elvis said I, In the Ghetto nobody has a plasma tv .

    Dude I’m All Shook Up said Elvis. I think I’ll have me another cheeseburger then I’m gonna go home and ask Michael Jackson to come round and watch that waaaay cool surfing scene in Apocalypse Now on my new plasma tv .

    And then he just walked out of the supermarket singing. . .

    “You give me love and consolation,
    You give me strength to carry on “

    Strange day or what? 🙂

  24. Askinstoo says:

    Nice Blog!!!   I thought I’d tell you about a site that will let give you places where
    you can make extra cash! I made over $800 last month. Not bad for not doing much. Just put in your
    zip code and up will pop up a list of places that are available. I live in a small area and found quite
    a few. MAKE MONEY NOW

  25. Plasma Tv Center says:

    Hi, Thanks for your interesting blog. Keep up the great work! I also have a site & blog about plasma television, please feel free to visit.

  26. Antonio Hicks says:

    I was just browsing various blogs as I was doing a search on the word poster, and I just wanted to say that I really like what you’ve done with your blog, even though it wasn’t particularly related to what I searched for. I appreciate your postings, and your blog is a good example of how a blog should be done. I’ve only just recently started a Posters website – feel free to visit it when you get a chance if you wish. Much success, antonio.

  27. Plasma TV Center says:

    Hi, Thanks for your interesting blog. Keep up the great work! I also have a site & blog about sony plasma television
    , please feel free to visit.

  28. James Baker says:

    I was searching blogs,and I found your site.Please,
    accept my congratulations for your excellent work!
    If you have a moment, please visit my site:
    Read Horoscope
    It pretty much covers Read Horoscope related issues.
    Have a good day!

  29. James Baker says:

    Hey Fellow, you have a great blog here! I have a web
    site & blog about Romance Horoscope for Libra.
    Yours is top-notch!
    If you have a moment, please visit my site
    Romance Horoscope for Libra
    I wish you all the best!

  30. Joe Berenguer says:

    I just came across your blog and wanted to
    drop you a note telling you, Friend, how impressed I was with it.
    I give you my best wishes for your future endeavors.
    If you have a moment, please visit my site:
    libra horoscope free
    It covers libra horoscope free related contents.
    All the best!

  31. Paul Adams says:

    I just came across your blog and wanted to
    drop you, Blogger, a note telling you how impressed I was with
    the information you have posted here.
    If you have a moment, please visit my site:
    free daily chinese horoscope predictions
    It covers free daily chinese horoscope predictions related contents.
    I send you warm regards and wish you continued success.

  32. Joe Berenguer says:

    Congratulations Friend for your excellent blog on Female Leo Horoscopes!Keep up the good work!
    If you have a moment, please visit my site:
    Female Leo Horoscopes
    I send you my warm regards and wish you continued success.
    Have a nice day! 🙂

  33. Joe Berenguer says:

    I was just searching blogs,and I found your site, Friend! I like it!
    Please accept my compliments and wishes for your happiness and success.
    If you have a moment, please take a look at my site:
    Horoscope signs
    It pretty much covers Horoscope signs related issues.
    All the best!

  34. Joe Berenguer says:

    Congratulations Friend for your excellent blog on love horoscopes free!Keep up the good work!
    If you have a moment, please visit my site:
    love horoscopes free
    I send you my warm regards and wish you continued success.
    Have a nice day! 🙂

  35. Paul Adams says:

    I just came across your blog and wanted to
    drop you, Blogger, a note telling you how impressed I was with
    the information you have posted here.
    If you have a moment, please visit my site:
    zodiac horoscope free
    It covers zodiac horoscope free related contents.
    I send you warm regards and wish you continued success.

  36. Paul Adams says:

    Hi, Fellow! I like your blog!
    I just came across your blog and wanted to
    drop you a note telling you how impressed I was with
    the information you have posted here.
    I have a ways kids can make money
    site. It pretty much covers ways kids can make money related subjects.
    Come and check it out if you get time 🙂
    Best regards!

  37. google nut says:

    Hello,
    I just happened upon your blog and it’s proven to be quite interesting. I run a garden plaque website at http://www.bigchimes.com and I have some deals you may find interesting this spring. I will return often to your blog and check out your new posts. Good luck and keep it going!

  38. Shawn T Lippert says:

    Thank you for the informative blog
    Here Is some additional
    Boots Resources for Cowboy Boots Motorcycle Boots and boots for men and women if you or your readers are interested.

  39. Acne Cure says:

    Hi, Thanks for your interesting blog. I will keep reading.
    Please take the time to visit my following blogs about Acne:
    proactive acne treatment blog.
    best acne treatment blog.
    acne scar treatment blog.
    laser acne treatment blog.

  40. Spindrift says:

    Hello, Just wandering the blogosphere and here I am at your blog. I enjoy the style of how you have put it all together. I’ll be coming back again.

    Regards,

    death toll from Hurricane Katrina

  41. Bookmarked your websites. We appreciate you giving. Definitely valued at time far from my studies.

Leave a Reply