I was talking with Kirk a few nights ago, and the subject of my running into the real janelle came up. Not a big deal in and of itself, except for the fact that I knew her (barely) from college. Or rather, she knew me from college; I barely recognized her. I've since gotten used to that, as it happens all the time. Once, in college as a matter of fact, I had a 15 minute conversation with a Korean woman who clearly knew me, but I still have no clue as to who she was. What's worse is the 20 minute conversation I had with a girl who stopped me in the street, and it wasn't until 10 minutes after she left that I realized this was a girl I was trying to pursue romantically. Seriously, if you see me in the street, stop me. I barely recognize me good friends or family. But I digress ... In discussing how she introduced herself in the coffeehouse, a humerous affair that started as "Did you go to Michigan?", progressed to "Did you live at Mojo?", and ended at the coup de grace, "Are you Gene?", I wondered aloud how she could have recognized me after all those years. Then I realized, for starters, that I was wearing the same overcoat as in college, carrying the same green Eddie Bauer shoulder soft briefcase as in college, probably wearing a tie from my Tie Period in college, and doffing the exact same haircut as then to boot. I am essentially Lame Van Winkle, a man who got stuck in time and refused to move on. Like Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer, I fell on some ice and later got thawed out by some scientists. This world frightens and confuses me! Sometimes the flame wars of your internet make me want to log off of my Toshiba laptop and run off into the hills, or wherever.. When I see a picture in Flickr, I wonder: "Did little Janusfinder get inside my magic box?" I don't know! My primitive mind can't grasp these concepts. But there is one thing I do know - Section F of the XML specification provides a heuristic for determining whether an XML document is in a non-ASCII-compatible encoding ... Thank you. Well, at least it's spring now. I can break out the jean jacket. I've only been wearing that since ... oh, 1989.