DUDE, WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS? is Karla’s anecdote of SIFF’s opening night party. Gillian and Kristopher also narrate their way through the crowd.

I rather baffled Karla and my playing partners Greg and Karel when I opted to ply music with them at home instead of hitting up the not one, but two SIFF opening events I was invited to. What can I say? I’m a misanthrope.

New-minted PhD Michael Lane dropped a line noting his blog. Mike’s a pal from undergrad days and recently took the sheepskin from the University of Sheffield. He’s, um, real bright. Real bright. At IU I always thoroughly enjoyed provoking him into passionate discourse on any given topic I knew nothing about. If timed correctly, hopefully after a beer or two, I would sit back and enjoy the hurricane of ideas and facts that would come spilling out at high velocity.

Mike’s been marinating in the mists of Airstrip One since shortly after finishing school in Indiana, and we’ve kept in touch via email. I look forward to following his rants and essays on his blog.