So one thing about working which I notice and forget continually, is dates. You remember dates: you can tell what next Monday will be, when it will be the thirtieth, and in my case at work you are the steward of the date, as it is something which your students will ask you about as they mechanically head their notepapers which like as not they will never look over again, this of course the more true of Rob Chin, who yesterday had a printout of his schedule for the week down to the quarter of each hour: his unnamed double-jew investment bank company owns him. And they pay by the hour, in a way, which as we figured, as actually less than my hourly rate, but then again, we are both worth less than the only Asian so far I've seen so far on Queer as Folk, namely the big-jawed Jap overly made-up and fobby-thin with velly few Engrish skills at all, though it is not quite understood by his um, client, that he is not for free. Of course, all we Asian-Am bois should make it clear that we are not free.