This is me.
This isn't me.
This is me.
This isn't me.
This is me.
So is this and this.
This is not me.
I was online one night, logging into Hotmail or something, and this guy was in an ad. Is that creepy or what?
When I taught in the local school system, students told me I
looked like the librarian. Every day, students told me I looked like their
librarian. A couple of weeks in to the semester, I took a class to the library, and the
librarian and I both did a double take. I looked like the librarian.
I would bump into students at the store and they would tell
their parents, “there’s our librarian.”
I know of lots of people with my name, a couple of writers,
a hockey player, and that is weird, but finding people who look like you, I
mean really look like you, that’s really weird.
Has that happened to
you?
P.S. This isn't me, either, no matter what some friends say.
Neither is this guy....
, the 
, 
, 
, 
. But now, with the fantastic
audio technology we have today, I'm happier than ever to be alive. The irony is
that I rarely listen to music anymore.
to 
to 
to 
to Ben Stein's
.
, my favorite book, which at 36 hours is not enough. I just finished 
and 
. A wonderful lecture on
rhetoric was a recent favorite, plus
a couple of 
novels, and a used, 18-disc copy of 
, which I got for $4 at a flea market. 
, 
, and 
, and is today listening to 
.
and 
queued up in my library, as well as a 
novel.
