I love Bob Dylan: the man, the music, the whole enchilada. I even like the endless tour, (currently playing triple A ballparks), which he seems determined to continue on until, to use that famous line from <I>Midnight Cowboy</I>, he "dies on the stage."

I've been working on the Buyer's Guide all day long. It's a drag. Zzz. If I was Elizabeth (we're now calling her "Lizzzie," by the way), I might let my hair loose and kick something.

Tea in the morning, tea in the evening, tea at supper
time,<BR>
You get tea when it's raining, tea when it's snowing.<BR>
Tea when the weather's fine,<BR>
You get tea as a mid-day stimulant<BR>
You get tea with your afternoon tea<BR>
For any old ailment or disease<BR>
For Christ sake have a cuppa tea.

One of the best books I read last year was Jared Diamond's <I>Collapse</I>, which argues that Easter Island is a classic tale of ecological disaster caused by overpopulation and the depletion of irreplaceable resources. Not so fast, says Terry L. Hunt.

Beloit College publishes a "mindset" memo at the beginning of each year that reminds teachers that the new students don't have the same cultural references we oldsters do.

Todd came over the other night. He always comes with a surprise. On this night, his surprise was a rough mix of the John Atkinson-recorded Multi-Purpose Solution album, <i>In Bed</i>.