Yes Bruce, I often wonder what would emerge if we all exited (or were forced from) the cloaks of darkness behind which we hide in cyberspace. It's all rather like a very enjoyable masquerade party, isn't it? I remember seeing the 1993 movie of `Much Ado About Nothing' (four times at the cinema (: ) and thinking how utterly wonderful it would be to go to such a party where in one sense you could hide, and in another be gloriously and remorselessly exposed. I loved doing mask work in acting class for the same reason. A mask is both restraining and liberating. May we all hide behind our nom-de-plumes, our painted on expressions, our voices coming through the greasepaint! I wonder, out of the blue, if any bananafishers have a musical bone in their body? I only ask because I would rate singing as number two as a purgative activity, with writing as number one. I like to sing long and loud in my very resonant voice (gained from six years of acting and being taught to project across whole outdoor ampitheatres rather than stoop to using microphones). Ethel Merman is my specialty, though Doris Day and Judy Garland often make an appearance too. Camille verona_beach@hotpop.com citycabn wrote: > "Excluding family members, whose voices have never failed to charm me, to be > sure, the only singer I am utterly prepared to say I love his singing voice, > without fear of lying or quite intelligently deceiving myself, is my > incomparable friend Mr. Bubbles, of Buck & Bubbles, merely singing softly to > himself in his dressing room next to yours in Cleveland." > > -- Seymour, to his > parents, in "Hapworth" > > > [Here, around this imaginary fire at Camp Bananafish, how odd actually to > know the audible voices of some fish (Camille, will, Tim, Rick and Paul, > courtesy of The Holden Show), and even two faces (Camille and will, courtesy > of their websites).] >