I have been to hell, and it is a Chinese classical music concert. Despite Teacher Sun's best efforts to add a pre-concert (and mid-concert) disclaimer to the tune of, "If you have young children who can't sit still during the performance, please remove them from the auditorium or preferably the Earth; [he didn't actually say that last part but that was pretty much the subtext]; don't use flash photography, cell phones off, etc", it was all in vain, and as soon as the music st

SUBJ: This email is brought to you by Jet Lag. DATE: Sat, Jun 14, 2014 at 4:51 AM Got up at 3:30am today instead of 3, so...progress? Jet lag has been kicking my ass soundly. I no longer have control of my faculties, and spend every day floating in a waking dream, performing rote activities--eat, walk, nap, repeat--as if on autopilot. I have no say over when the exhaustion will strike, and when it does I fall into the sleep of the dead from which nothing can rouse me; not a f

The jetlag is strong with this one. I've already been up for over an hour. You know you're in bad shape when you beat both the sun and your deaf octogenarian grandfather who wakes up at 4am every day to write poetry. Mom woke up with me, and she's been here for a week, so I guess it could be worse. I'm going to be lazy and just copy and paste the emails I've been sending to Dad and Lynn that chronicle my travels so far. I don't have a ton of time, because Mom is trying to for