One more thing about time and the modern world. Fabio is housesitting for us. Fabio is a post-doctoral student from Italy; one of our faculty members met him when she recently taught in Italy. We skyped Fabio yesterday. He needs three clocks: one for where he is in Portland, one for his family in Italy (nine hours time difference for him), and one for us in Viet Nam, ten hours the other way. So we are only five hours away from Italy. Go figure.
I am reminded of the beginning of Camus, The Stranger: "Mother died today. Or yesterday, maybe." So now I am sitting in Saigon, 6:00 AM Saturday, watching last night's baseball game. Today or yesterday?