Life's an amazing adventure. I just moved to Wisconsin from California and it feels like another rebirth. I have them from time to time; many lives lived in just this one meat suit. So far so good in Wisconsin - I just finished my 3rd week here. Diet is everything. But I have, in my own personal dyslexicon, expanded the meaning of 'diet' to refer to everything I take in, through all of my sensory interfaces with reality - I'm serious about this. (The most serious I get is as serious as a child at play, which is, methinks, about as serious as I can take my own Being, seeing as how we are all floating through space on the surface of a sphere and do not know what we are or why there is something rather than nothing.) The beauty of the lake and the Red Cedar River and the genuine warmth of the people here mark a huge improvement in my diet. In my just previous to moving here incarnation, my comportment towards The Other was most often one of alienation. I do not pretend to be something I'm not. I would prefer alienation from The Other than from myself - just my druthers - I seldom get my druthers so when I can I do. Chonk is my boy; he's the black and white cattledog in almost all my pictures. He's also just about the best creature I've ever met: intelligent, caring, loving and fun, and having him with me is like adding pharmaceutical grade vitamins to my diet. Well, this is turning into a novel so I'll give it a rest, here.