Last night Charles Santoso and I were speaking (thank you internet.) There was a fresh layer of frost on the ground here in Brooklyn and my apartment was playing hostess to the wind-chill factor. As beautiful as it had been to watch the snowflakes swirl down all day, I admit I was a touch jealous when Charles said it was quite sunny there in Sidney, Australia. We talked for a long time, and Charles kindly asked me at some point if I needed to get to bed (we are 16 hours apart