in separate page "Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky." - Rainer Maria Rilke

in separate page "Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky." - Rainer Maria Rilke

in separate page Josh was born in Ithaca. Then some stuff happened. It was pretty cold while aforementioned stuff was happening, as this was Ithaca. Then Josh went to college at Cornell University, grew a ponytail, visited Australia, served as the House Historian of the Cornell CJL, riled up and/or inspired many students to contribute to the Jewish community/violently overthrow the reigning elite, and wrote a thesis, though not necessarily in that order.

Alexis is from Ohio, I think. Her origins are a thing of mystery, often pondered by rogue historians and historians of rogues. She appears and disappears in places capriciously, though she tends to leave a wispy trail of serendipity (which, oddly enough, smells much like thyme) behind her as she drifts though the random corridors of people's lives. In many ways, Alexis is the everyman, or everywoman, as the case may be - a simple person striving for the unattainable, forever reaching, never getting discouraged, and generally exhibiting rather laughable behavior due to peculiar concepts like 'standards' and 'morals' and 'dreams.' She loves chocolate, but not in a creepifying 'were-chocolate-a-man-she-would-marry-it' sort of way. She's marrying Josh, silly.

in separate pageWhat is your name?
It is Arthur, King of the Britons.

What is your quest?
To seek the Holy Grail.

What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
What do you mean? An African or European swallow?

Huh? I — I don't know that! Auuuuuuuugh!

How do you know so much about swallows?
Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.