I have eight weeks of school left. I don't know where I am. There are old ladies in all of my classes, and they like to bring me cookies and teach me physics. By studying their wrinkles, I get ideas about erosion; by examining their hair, I notice the nature of the wavelengths; the light reflected from their oversize glasses teaches me about electro-magnetic fields. A different one accompanies me back to my room after each class, and I have to show her how she could get home. Don't read that the wrong way. I'm watching you.

If there were a way to change your structure such that you could be the biological parent of puppies, would you do it? They would have some resemblance to you, but would definitely be puppies. But maybe there are risks involved. There are usually risks involved.

A word to the wise: Leonard Cohen. (And girls, in case you didn't know, he's from Canada! Isn't that cute? He jams sometimes with Sarah MacLachlan and Joni Mitchell! Isn't that fun! Neil Young and three members of The Band went to high school with him! Isn't that great? Radio stations called him occasionally in the mid-nineties and asked him what he thought of Barenaked Ladies and Our Lady Peace! Isn't that just amazing? It's so fun I might just bust a gut when I hear him say "about" in "So Long, Maryanne", oh me oh my, yes. Well. I've done soiled myself with laughter.)_