A very foreign life
My daily life in Nara is itself a curious artifact, belonging toa kind of existence that even I could not have imagined only adecade ago, before "home office" fax machines and Global Villagemodems, with international telephones on every other streetcorner, made centrifugal lives possible. In terms of the world Igrew up in, almost none of it makes any sense, but in terms ofthe world we're entering, it forms the outlines of a completesentence.I go to sleep here every day by 9:00 p.m., in part so as to wakeup at 5:00 a.m., when my employers (thirteen time-zones away) areat their desks (their office hours stretching from 11:00 p. m. to7:00 a. m. , Nara time). My rese arch facility, if I need to check on something,is an English language bookstore ninety minutesaway by train, and my version of the Internet is a copy of theWorld Almanac. The person I see most often, outside my immediatehousehold, is the Federal Express boy who comes to collect anddeliver packages from distant...