I got a new computer to replace the Pentium II I bought in 1998, which was slowly cannibalizing itself. I also bought a peripheral or two. I now have a working CD burner, a working floppy disk drive, and a working scanner. Also, Photoshop doesn't take three years to load--it only takes about six months. I'm still in the process of reinstalling programs and importing data; I'm hoping to finish up that process tonight or tomorrow. I owe some of you emails, and you should get them soon. If you don't, either 1) I've screwed something up; or 2) there's Bombay Sapphire in the freezer, Noilly Pratt in the liquor cabinet, and olives in the fridge. There's also lemon if you'd prefer yours with a twist.

In the meantime, here are some old photos for you, digitized with the help of my spiffy new scanner.

1986-ish. I'm the one in the middle. The one with the Billy Joel t-shirt. Which I bought at a Billy Joel concert.

My bad hair and I are here pictured hanging out on my friend Judy's waterbed. You know that sweater is sweet.

It took like a year for that damned perm to grow out.

Senior year. I am indeed holding myself up on that sign, because standing on the ground behind it would have cut everything but my forehead out of the picture. Note mangled bangs. They were a result of my decision to "fix" them with a pair of school scissors between second and third period.

Here, we are about to head to the Space Needle for dinner before prom. I think I must have thought I'd get there more quickly if I just closed my eyes.

I'm skipping a whole slew of years, here, but I'm not feeling a need for continuity at the moment. Besides, it isn't even a photo. It is a portrait of me, skillfully rendered by a friend after we had spent six or seven straight days writing seminar papers, smoking, and pretending that 45-minute naps were just as good as seven or eight hours of sleep.