Tuesday, February 14. I awoke at 5.45am -- up early to catch the Shinkansen-to-Kesennuma, a town devastated by last year's tsunami that lies some 500 kilometres north of Tokyo. The job was to shoot video of the town, documenting the work of an American missionary group that had been delivering aid and hoping to spread the love of Jesus to the locals in their time of need.

That we could travel that distance, in around four hours, shoot interviews and other shots for another four hours and then return all the way back home to Tokyo, all in the same day, is testament to this society's progress and ability to innovate. However, when I checked my email upon waking, I read the following: