Tofu Nation

Okay, I know you’re wondering if (a) Jay went snowboarding, and (b) Dot didn’t go snowboarding, and (c) both Jay and Dot have been copiously stuffing themselves with too much food in a city not Seattle; why there is no photographic evidence of the aforementioned activities.

Er, I’m embarrassed to say that between a Mac Warrior and a whiny Mac user, we could not figure out how to download the images from my camera onto Luke’s computer and/or connect Jay’s laptop to the DSL.

So you, dear Readers, have to suffer the Placeholder Picture.

Please imagine Jay carving a path down virgin powder.

Please imagine Dot—who snowboards as well as, say, a SMURF—spending hours in Borders reading about String Theory while waiting for Jay. [Jay's folks and us spent dinner trying to unravel the String Theory and all I could think of was Googling it.]

I recommend all scientists who write “laymen” books to hire a ghost writer (preferably a good one and not dead). I also recommend the String Theory programs on Nova, although, for the record, they put me to sleep.

I’d like to think I’m highly susceptible to subliminal messaging.