Bloody hell, it's been three weeks, hasn't it? And what a wacky three weeks it's been. Orson Welles, Javier + the Bear, the Sahdy Dealer, a wedding, a divorce, all kinds of characters. Must admit some of my plans for the year have already derailed, but we'll see what happens. Must pop off to dinner and Too Much Light. Also Chris has made a sculpture out of mangled dining hall silverware. He calls it "anger," as it was brought on by a bad fish dinner. We have a new suite-mate too, as our Mormon went on a 2-year misson trip. Seriously. Anyway. More on that later.