Here's something crazy for me to think about: my little brobro is in Papua New Guinea. I have a difficult time explaining just exactly what he's doing so, I'm embarassed to say, I'm excerpting a short section from my parents' christmas letter to give you a succint and precise explanation:

". . . Teddy is in Papua New Guinea continuing his research on the effect of acid mine drainage by the Ok Tedi copper mine on the Fly River, with Stronach Prize funds (and with additional grants that he has gotten since then) to set up an information center that will allow Papua New Guineans and people world-wide to have access to true information about the Fly River situation and opportunities to influence future events there..."

So yes, his name is Teddy and his project is centered on the Ok Tedi mine. Slightly confusing.

The fact that my brother treks around the jungles of PNG and has his own body guard and chops off chicken heads with machetes for dinner is something that I can't quite get. It's just weird that your own siblings can be in such completely different worlds from yourself. I mean living in Beijing can be slightly wild at times but I still have a basically normal life. : p