125 is a cube, so naturally I wrote three articles today and published one on each of the three platforms where I regularly appear. Feel free to hunt for the Easter egg! Bilibili Ah, yes. Today is my birthday. I am celebrating in American time, so this post may appear a little late. But wait: China Standard Time and Central Standard Time are fourteen hours apart. If I count both time zones, I get a glorious thirty-eight-hour birthday! Brilliant as always. ...
By digging through my old like-favorite-coin records, I finally confirmed the first Weekly Chinese Vocal Synth Chart I had watched and left a mark on. Maybe it does not count as my actual “first,” strictly speaking. From what I remember of myself a year ago, I was some freeloading gremlin who had only just begun hoarding coins to reach “Sixfold Jealousy”. Watching the “one year ago” retrospective from two weeks back also gave me the vague feeling that I must have started with Issue 625. But does that really matter? ...
Step outside the frame: the America Arc does not necessarily have to be about America, does it? I have wanted to summarize this stage of my geocaching journey for ages, but life stayed busy. Now I have a workspace of my own—or procrastination space, depending on your definition. I cataloged the hunts I had joined, looking proudly at title after title in my bookmarks. Somehow I have played this many hunts in less than a year. I also prepared for CCBC 16, creating a dedicated workspace both to keep personal information out of recordings and to help myself focus. A little setup somehow produced forty-four pages. Absurd. At last, I can begin writing. ...
Since arriving in America, I have been recovering from jet lag, sorting everything out, buying a car, opening accounts, and running everywhere. The internet was finally connected yesterday; only today did I remember to write. Preparations before school are more or less complete, so perhaps the next few days will be easier. Mom will probably mention on her Moments that the other three were taken into the little black room at immigration because of SEVIS or something—some system malfunction, anyway—while I passed through without a single question. I did not know any of that at the time. After collecting my luggage, I sat on a bench forever before finding the airport Wi-Fi. The brother meeting us outside waited with me just as long. Thankfully, everyone emerged safely in the end. ...