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Sometimes it’s not worth trying to escape jet lag
AMSTERDAM
I could have written this entire post in the 4-6 a.m. timeslot, because I have been awake for those hours every night this week since arriving here Tuesday for the HumanX conference. I assume that pattern will repeat after I go to bed Thursday night–and by then it won’t matter, because I’m flying home Friday morning.
But in the meantime, functioning on such a fractured sleep pattern has become an interesting self-inflicted science experiment.
I’ve gotten a reasonable amount of writing done in those pre-dawn hours, after which returning to my room for a post-breakfast nap has allowed me to arrive at the convention center not feeling wiped out. Wednesday and Thursday, the challenge of moderating a panel at this AI-industry conference pushed my alertness to an apogee. And then downtime in the afternoon sent it plummeting to an atmosphere-grazing perigee.
Fortunately, the hotel–paid for by the conference organizers, who are also reimbursing my airfare–is next door to the convention center, so I could traipse back to my room Thursday for a postprandial nap in an actual bed instead of awkwardly folded into a chair in the speaker lounge.
And yet socializing in the evenings (after yet another nap) has been fine, even if by the end of each night I have started to trip over my own words.
I should be better at this after all of the practice I’ve had crossing the Atlantic. But unless a trip starts with a too-rare daytime flight from the States, it’s difficult to get enough sleep on the way over even if your flight departs after 10 p.m. and you’re in a lie-flat seat. There just aren’t that many hours with the cabin lights off and nobody moving around.
Getting a lot of sunlight on arrival day helps, and so does having an extra day or two to acclimate. But I’m in the Netherlands, not Spain; three nights would barely be enough to shift my head into Central European Time under ideal circumstances; and my circadian rhythms were already a bit scrambled from my being in L.A. for Cranky Dorkfest and SpotLAX last weekend. I have, to paraphrase Hunter S. Thompson, bought the ticket and am now taking the ride.
But that ride will have me home Friday afternoon, and then I’ll just have to do enough housework to keep myself up until at least 10 p.m. before I can enjoy falling asleep in my own bed. And then, I hope, not waking up wondering where I am.
#Amsterdam #canTSleep #circadianRhythms #conference #HumanX #jetLag #nap #Netherlands #snooze #TATL #tired #transatlantic #travel -
Sometimes it’s not worth trying to escape jet lag
AMSTERDAM
I could have written this entire post in the 4-6 a.m. timeslot, because I have been awake for those hours every night this week since arriving here Tuesday for the HumanX conference. I assume that pattern will repeat after I go to bed Thursday night–and by then it won’t matter, because I’m flying home Friday morning.
But in the meantime, functioning on such a fractured sleep pattern has become an interesting self-inflicted science experiment.
I’ve gotten a reasonable amount of writing done in those pre-dawn hours, after which returning to my room for a post-breakfast nap has allowed me to arrive at the convention center not feeling wiped out. Wednesday and Thursday, the challenge of moderating a panel at this AI-industry conference pushed my alertness to an apogee. And then downtime in the afternoon sent it plummeting to an atmosphere-grazing perigee.
Fortunately, the hotel–paid for by the conference organizers, who are also reimbursing my airfare–is next door to the convention center, so I could traipse back to my room Thursday for a postprandial nap in an actual bed instead of awkwardly folded into a chair in the speaker lounge.
And yet socializing in the evenings (after yet another nap) has been fine, even if by the end of each night I have started to trip over my own words.
I should be better at this after all of the practice I’ve had crossing the Atlantic. But unless a trip starts with a too-rare daytime flight from the States, it’s difficult to get enough sleep on the way over even if your flight departs after 10 p.m. and you’re in a lie-flat seat. There just aren’t that many hours with the cabin lights off and nobody moving around.
Getting a lot of sunlight on arrival day helps, and so does having an extra day or two to acclimate. But I’m in the Netherlands, not Spain; three nights would barely be enough to shift my head into Central European Time under ideal circumstances; and my circadian rhythms were already a bit scrambled from my being in L.A. for Cranky Dorkfest and SpotLAX last weekend. I have, to paraphrase Hunter S. Thompson, bought the ticket and am now taking the ride.
But that ride will have me home Friday afternoon, and then I’ll just have to do enough housework to keep myself up until at least 10 p.m. before I can enjoy falling asleep in my own bed. And then, I hope, not waking up wondering where I am.
#Amsterdam #canTSleep #circadianRhythms #conference #HumanX #jetLag #nap #Netherlands #snooze #TATL #tired #transatlantic #travel -
Sometimes it’s not worth trying to escape jet lag
AMSTERDAM
I could have written this entire post in the 4-6 a.m. timeslot, because I have been awake for those hours every night this week since arriving here Tuesday for the HumanX conference. I assume that pattern will repeat after I go to bed Thursday night–and by then it won’t matter, because I’m flying home Friday morning.
But in the meantime, functioning on such a fractured sleep pattern has become an interesting self-inflicted science experiment.
I’ve gotten a reasonable amount of writing done in those pre-dawn hours, after which returning to my room for a post-breakfast nap has allowed me to arrive at the convention center not feeling wiped out. Wednesday and Thursday, the challenge of moderating a panel at this AI-industry conference pushed my alertness to an apogee. And then downtime in the afternoon sent it plummeting to an atmosphere-grazing perigee.
Fortunately, the hotel–paid for by the conference organizers, who are also reimbursing my airfare–is next door to the convention center, so I could traipse back to my room Thursday for a postprandial nap in an actual bed instead of awkwardly folded into a chair in the speaker lounge.
And yet socializing in the evenings (after yet another nap) has been fine, even if by the end of each night I have started to trip over my own words.
I should be better at this after all of the practice I’ve had crossing the Atlantic. But unless a trip starts with a too-rare daytime flight from the States, it’s difficult to get enough sleep on the way over even if your flight departs after 10 p.m. and you’re in a lie-flat seat. There just aren’t that many hours with the cabin lights off and nobody moving around.
Getting a lot of sunlight on arrival day helps, and so does having an extra day or two to acclimate. But I’m in the Netherlands, not Spain; three nights would barely be enough to shift my head into Central European Time under ideal circumstances; and my circadian rhythms were already a bit scrambled from my being in L.A. for Cranky Dorkfest and SpotLAX last weekend. I have, to paraphrase Hunter S. Thompson, bought the ticket and am now taking the ride.
But that ride will have me home Friday afternoon, and then I’ll just have to do enough housework to keep myself up until at least 10 p.m. before I can enjoy falling asleep in my own bed. And then, I hope, not waking up wondering where I am.
#Amsterdam #canTSleep #circadianRhythms #conference #HumanX #jetLag #nap #Netherlands #snooze #TATL #tired #transatlantic #travel -
Sometimes it’s not worth trying to escape jet lag
AMSTERDAM
I could have written this entire post in the 4-6 a.m. timeslot, because I have been awake for those hours every night this week since arriving here Tuesday for the HumanX conference. I assume that pattern will repeat after I go to bed Thursday night–and by then it won’t matter, because I’m flying home Friday morning.
But in the meantime, functioning on such a fractured sleep pattern has become an interesting self-inflicted science experiment.
I’ve gotten a reasonable amount of writing done in those pre-dawn hours, after which returning to my room for a post-breakfast nap has allowed me to arrive at the convention center not feeling wiped out. Wednesday and Thursday, the challenge of moderating a panel at this AI-industry conference pushed my alertness to an apogee. And then downtime in the afternoon sent it plummeting to an atmosphere-grazing perigee.
Fortunately, the hotel–paid for by the conference organizers, who are also reimbursing my airfare–is next door to the convention center, so I could traipse back to my room Thursday for a postprandial nap in an actual bed instead of awkwardly folded into a chair in the speaker lounge.
And yet socializing in the evenings (after yet another nap) has been fine, even if by the end of each night I have started to trip over my own words.
I should be better at this after all of the practice I’ve had crossing the Atlantic. But unless a trip starts with a too-rare daytime flight from the States, it’s difficult to get enough sleep on the way over even if your flight departs after 10 p.m. and you’re in a lie-flat seat. There just aren’t that many hours with the cabin lights off and nobody moving around.
Getting a lot of sunlight on arrival day helps, and so does having an extra day or two to acclimate. But I’m in the Netherlands, not Spain; three nights would barely be enough to shift my head into Central European Time under ideal circumstances; and my circadian rhythms were already a bit scrambled from my being in L.A. for Cranky Dorkfest and SpotLAX last weekend. I have, to paraphrase Hunter S. Thompson, bought the ticket and am now taking the ride.
But that ride will have me home Friday afternoon, and then I’ll just have to do enough housework to keep myself up until at least 10 p.m. before I can enjoy falling asleep in my own bed. And then, I hope, not waking up wondering where I am.
#Amsterdam #canTSleep #circadianRhythms #conference #HumanX #jetLag #nap #Netherlands #snooze #TATL #tired #transatlantic #travel -
Sometimes it’s not worth trying to escape jet lag
AMSTERDAM
I could have written this entire post in the 4-6 a.m. timeslot, because I have been awake for those hours every night this week since arriving here Tuesday for the HumanX conference. I assume that pattern will repeat after I go to bed Thursday night–and by then it won’t matter, because I’m flying home Friday morning.
But in the meantime, functioning on such a fractured sleep pattern has become an interesting self-inflicted science experiment.
I’ve gotten a reasonable amount of writing done in those pre-dawn hours, after which returning to my room for a post-breakfast nap has allowed me to arrive at the convention center not feeling wiped out. Wednesday and Thursday, the challenge of moderating a panel at this AI-industry conference pushed my alertness to an apogee. And then downtime in the afternoon sent it plummeting to an atmosphere-grazing perigee.
Fortunately, the hotel–paid for by the conference organizers, who are also reimbursing my airfare–is next door to the convention center, so I could traipse back to my room Thursday for a postprandial nap in an actual bed instead of awkwardly folded into a chair in the speaker lounge.
And yet socializing in the evenings (after yet another nap) has been fine, even if by the end of each night I have started to trip over my own words.
I should be better at this after all of the practice I’ve had crossing the Atlantic. But unless a trip starts with a too-rare daytime flight from the States, it’s difficult to get enough sleep on the way over even if your flight departs after 10 p.m. and you’re in a lie-flat seat. There just aren’t that many hours with the cabin lights off and nobody moving around.
Getting a lot of sunlight on arrival day helps, and so does having an extra day or two to acclimate. But I’m in the Netherlands, not Spain; three nights would barely be enough to shift my head into Central European Time under ideal circumstances; and my circadian rhythms were already a bit scrambled from my being in L.A. for Cranky Dorkfest and SpotLAX last weekend. I have, to paraphrase Hunter S. Thompson, bought the ticket and am now taking the ride.
But that ride will have me home Friday afternoon, and then I’ll just have to do enough housework to keep myself up until at least 10 p.m. before I can enjoy falling asleep in my own bed. And then, I hope, not waking up wondering where I am.
#Amsterdam #canTSleep #circadianRhythms #conference #HumanX #jetLag #nap #Netherlands #snooze #TATL #tired #transatlantic #travel