What ever shall I do? (Well for starters you can put your left palm down from the top of your upturned forehead and stop sighing)

I'm getting ready for a new round of apps. Luckily most of them don't involve logic or programming. My theory on the programming lifestyle's effect on me is that each completed app equals a permanent cheetos layer, such that a scientist could measure the ring of cheetos and determine how many apps I've worked on.

But times are a changin'. I have decided to become functionally illiterate. I have decided to become tone deaf. I have decided to make fifty faux-pas. To be a stammerer and stutterer. I have decided to use those squat muscles. I have decided to go on a crash diet of rice and more rice.

I have decided to get a noseful of the industrial revolution, and a lungful of the Gobi. I have decided to see just what's in that little red book (probably a lot more than my little black book :). I have decided to see what Chairman Mao is always smiling about.

Assuming the Visa app and BCLU app go fine, I'll be in Beijing in late March.