My plane arrived from Beijing about an hour ago, and since then I’ve been negotiating the ins and outs of Newark Airport. More ins than outs, I fear; the final flight to Albany has been delayed. Fortunately, there is wireless so the time is not completely lost. Continental Airlines has also graciously taken pity on me and sheltered me in the lounge; it’s nice to find an airline with at least a convincing simulacrum of a heart. The three hour plane delay is maddeningly timed; much longer and it would make sense to take the train up the river. As it is, by the time I extricated my checked luggage from the bowels of the baggage system, schlepped it and myself over to Pennsylvania Station and got on a train, little time would be saved and much effort lost. There is something about a trans-Pacific flight that reduces ones appetite for complex urban adventures involving large pieces of luggage.