Adam's sitting here with his lighter. He's being called by Andrew, to smoke outside. And it's damn cold, at least by my standards. Snow, subzero temps, and this wicked dryness. The Ottawa of my youth. This compiled with a whole lot of beer. These folks, whom I haven't seen in so long, talking about what's happened in the last three years and ecological modelling. I met a girl today who is applying for SCARP, in conflict resolution and how it fits in with ecology. It was, in fact, more complicated than that, but my memory is scarce. So it is. I go to Montreal in two days. Ghana on Thursday. Adam and Sarada are stoking me with their pictures: Malawi and Botswana. I actually feel like this is gonna affect my life. Imagine that . . . being uncynical enough to think that a series of events might actually change me. huh.