::thanks to those who have made me me::
     Thanks to Everclear, Smashing Pumpkins, Garbage, Weezer, Simon and Garfunkel, the Beatles, Phantom Planet, the Strokes, and Jimmy Eat World for writing the way they do.

     Thanks to Dr Joe Burns, Ridwan Khan, and DHTML Shock for teaching me HTML.

     Thanks to Edelweiß for making this page possible.

     Thanks to Noy Birger for help with the Hebrew.

     Thanks to Janko Gorenc for the personal interest he's taken in Fordsmendrian languages.

     Thanks to Jeffrey Henning for linking to my Cepperjoleddicg pages.

     Thanks to D Paul Alecsandri for all the support and interest he's shown for my languages for the past two years.

     Thanks to Brandon Ley for bringing me so many steps closer to understanding who indeed I am.

     Thanks to Paul Carter for being there when times were difficult, for listening at 3:00 AM, for fucking up hotel rooms across the country with me, and for helping me work out all things Arkan.

     Thanks to Eric Englert for helping me learn to play guitar and serving as a sounding board for some of my cockeyed problems and ideas.

     Thanks to Ms. Teresa Tipps for righting so many of the wrongs past teachers had passed off as fact.

     Thanks to Kyle Guglielmo for introducing me to Weezer and for being a democrat.

     Thanks to Graham Hubbs and Chuck Eesley for guiding me along a path to ordered thinking.

     Thanks to Jonah Johnson for fucking me up in just the right way at just the right time. Jonah forced my world to spin out of kilter in a manner unlike any I had ever experienced, and it was just the thing I needed. I don't think Jonah will ever know how much he changed everything, not only for me, but for all of us.

     Thanks to Marcus Owens for helping me to experience so much: drugs, music, religion, politics -- things that are indelibly carved into my being.

     Thanks to Phil Freed-Golden for years of hedonistic debauchery :) We had a couch; we made moonshine snapple because the real stuff was too expensive; we wore women's clothing and makeup; we wrote manifestos and "lyrics"; we listened to White Men in Black Suits and I Am the Walrus until the tapes broke; we broke ribs and so many laws.

     Thanks to Amanda Poss for twentyone months of... for twentyone months of something, though I'm not quite sure of what it was.

     Thanks to Grace LaVance for ... God, where to begin?      Thanks to Grace for being a vehicle of self-discovery, for being my circle, for being my little sister, for being... so much for such a long time.

     Thanks to my dead, unnamed brother for giving his life that I may have my mine.

     Thanks to my parents for deciding they wanted a child in spite of their better judgment.

     Thanks to my father, Steven Paull, for teaching me not to trust a damn thing until I was sure about it.

     Thanks to my mother, Val Mickish, for teaching me never to be content with what one has -- always to try for more.

     Thanks to Jonathann Rice for being cool, calm, and collected, for being sure of himself and secure in his beliefs and being a staple in such hectic times.

     Thanks to Sarah Corrigan for debates on morals, sexuality, and the complex inanities of teenage existence.

     Thanks to Sarah Roberts.

     Thanks to Becca Loew for making me feel needed, for listening, for giving me something to listen to, and for being three timezones away so I can call her at 2:00 in the morning and not feel that bad.

     Thanks to Alexa Anderson for everything else I have.