The end?

Not if he’s anything like the Silver Horde.

Evening at Shwedagon

Evening at Shwedagon

As you read this, I’ll be taking the 8-hour USMLE Step 1 boards. That brings us to the end of our sanity update run, and I’m going to take some time off – it might take a while to readjust to daylight, walking, and talking English as opposed to the bastardized Latin of my peers. There’s an adventure and a small (judicial history, believe it or not) project planned for the next few weeks, then July brings the start of my PhD thesis research. Back in action at last!

Thank you all for sticking with me thusfar – I’ll see what can be done about future adventure updates. Take care!

Shwedagon

Shwedagon, seen from the Sony Tower.

Last day studying!

Wireman

This gent was learning how to climb telephone poles in Mandalay. The hooks were giving him a bit of trouble on the ground.

Field House

Houses on Inle Lake range from the multistoried fixtures of the main waterway to modest little field houses like this one, set in the middle of the aquaculture beds. I’d love to learn how they sink the piosts and maintain the structures.

We lost a fantastic voice yesterday with the death of Maya Angelou, but we are much richer for having had her with us through some of our most momentous times. In Japan, there’s a national tradition of making designating those people who contribute greatly to the arts and culture of their nation “living national treasures.” Britain does something similar with its knighthoods (like Sir Terry Pratchett, knighted for “services to literature”), and the Navajo have the less formal designation of Valuable Person. Maya Angelou was all those rolled into one lovely juggernaut.

I was pleased to see that, the same day she passed away, another literary figure of my generation’s childhood stood up to bring some of that American spirit back into our mainstream. If you haven’t already heard about LaVar Burton’s kickstarter to restore Reading Rainbow, you’re missing out!You aren’t behind the times, though; the campaign was funded within a day. Now, every dollar goes towards bringing the program to more kids and schools.

Everyone in my family is backing the project, since the original program was such a part of our lives and we want everyone to have the opportunity to learn and love reading…and perhaps a little bit because we couldn’t agree to share the book.

Sleeper

Sleeper

Frankly, today I’m somewhat jealous. It’s summer now and housing has yet to turn on AC, so I’ve been sleeping with the windows open. Unlike at home, where that ensures a lovely fresh breeze, cricket chirps, frogs, and birdsong, in the Bronx it works out to 6-8 nightly awakenings and a coarse patina of dust. No wonder everyone in the city seems to have anthracosis.