Yes, well, apparently, I'm a graduate student in the Astrophysics Group in the Department of Physics at Stanford University (and thus also at SLAC under the auspices of KIPAC) in hot pursuit of a PhD under Prof. Roger W. Romani. Nowadays, I worry about blazars as part of my role as a tiny cog in the machine that is GLAST—a cog so insignificant, in fact, that if you were to try to assemble GLAST at home and you had me left over on the table when you were done, GLAST would still work fine and you would never notice. Before moving west and becoming a damn dirty hippie, I was born and raised in New Jersey, and no, we do not talk like that. Growing up in New Jersey brings a number of advantages. For example, I am capable of breathing in an atmosphere of almost any composition, and I am an expert carjacker with innumerable Mafia connections. Like all good New Jerseyan children, I went to Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey, where several eyewitness reports indicate that I majored in physics and math. I play the piano sloppily and gracelessly; I watch Conan O'Brien and reruns of Seinfeld; I harbor unhealthy obsessions with game shows and the Beatles; I am a card-carrying member of the American Civil Liberties Union and the Democratic Party; I am an amateur crusader for correct spelling, capitalization, punctuation, and grammar at all times; and I hate George W. Bush. BACK

STEVE HEALEY