I wrote drafts for the Sunday poem. They are, alas--or maybe, fortunately, from your point of view-- currently vacationing chez le Mac repair shop, lazing, nuzzling, snuggling among all the hard cases, hard discs, hardware, misbehaving iPods and other thugs. Meanwhile, all I have to offer is overheard teen exuberance at our younger daughter's annual "Monty Python Party." While scarfing pizza they stood around the kitchen and chatted as if I were not only buried in a book but truly an invisible one of them rather than an Authority Figure. This I enjoyed. at the annual monty python party among teenage girls when i look up from the latest adventures of arkedy renko i detect neither innocence nor guilt i just catch phrases if venice sinks in seventy years i'll live in it for sixty my dad's like godparent or something? married an italian and they have an apartment in a palazzo and we were invited to their friends who have an apartment in a palazzo on the grand canal and oh my god we were like looking down on the grand canal it was sooo cool in japanese class once no you tell it in japanese class we were given a diagram of like body parts? and we were supposed to identify them? and you said like i'm aroused japanese was like that you have a boyfriend who is in art school? and he teaches at evergreen? is that like legal? David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html