I share this item not only because of its intrinsic interest but because I think it could prove useful to Mr. Stephen Smoot as the time approaches for him to resume his hopeless and despairing exile in the frozen north to return under compulsion to his useless studies in Egyptology at the University of Toronto.
(See, for example, “You can come home now, Steve Smoot!” and “A Tear for Stephen Smoot” and even “Nephi Among the Nephilim.”)
Mr. Smoot survived his first year, obviously. But there’s no guarantee that his luck will hold out through a second year — and, anyway, survival shouldn’t be a matter of luck but, rather a result of skill and preparation:
Posted from the Tyrrhenian Sea