Christmas in February

Well! Sorry to have been so quiet, but I was seriously out of contact with the wired world. I just spent a week in Christmas Island, the largest coral atoll in the world and something of an angler's paradise. No TV, no radio, no phones. Nothing but water in any direction for hundreds of miles—it's a dot in the middle of the Pacific. To get there you take a two-engine prop plane 1300 miles south of Honolulu. The plane comes once a week, and once you're there, you're there—we all had about a hundred kajillion dollars' worth of emergency evacuation insurance, because if you get sick they charter a plane to fly you back to Hawaii. The fishing camp did not have free wifi, I can tell you that, and they didn't fold the toilet paper into a point or give you soap in little lilac-colored boxes. The water is buggy, if you must know. Long story short, no blogging.

 So any way, I just got in on the redeye from San Francisco this morning, and I'm pretty jetlagged. More to come, don't worry.