Jon and I came back from Hong Kong and Hawaii (respectively) to find our normal monastic existence blown to pieces. Suddenly we're hosting guests, going to bars, meeting friends for lunch; basically, having a social life. I mean, we actually had to cancel our Cantonese lesson (twice!), that's how busy we've been. I'm not complaining; it's been the funnest January since I can remember, but coming home exhausted every night really sucks the blogging steam out of me. It's not for lack of material: my notebook is brimming (teeming, overflowing, pulsating were all words I considered using here) with witty cross-cultural observations, talking points and photo captions. Funny how the more exciting and worth-writing-about my life is, the less time I have to sit down and write about it.
In other words, I'm sorry. I know it's a sin of vanity to apologize, to assume there are people (besides my parents) who actually read my posts and miss them when they're gone, but I still feel the need to say it: sorry that you've had to go so long without being reminded of what a cool guy I am.
Here's the funny part, though, we're going on vacation again (this time to Guangxi province), so you'll have to forget about me for at least another week or so. So I'll leave you with a question:
Have you ever accidentally peeled a kumquat rind into the shape of a man?