Thanks to the miracle of modern technology, it may be possible to duplicate a seven-year-old mix tape. The ten-year-old one is still waiting on the proper version of "Nice Legs, Shame About the Face," which I suspect doesn't really exist anywhere.
Why am I spending my time on such things? Well, it's better than perpetual sketchbook.
The Professor is in Florida, giving a talk to a large conference of physicists. It's weird having him in a different place, away from his computer. We've been amusing one another by sending haiku via cellphone text messages.
I need a vacation. Perhaps I could visit the
Island of San Serriffe.