Eating Double Gloucester cheese straight, as I am doing now, reminds me of Michal, my freshman-year roommate. She liked cheddar and used a special cheese slicer that cut cheese with a wire.

An hour or so ago I picked up stuff I had left at Dan's half a year ago. I remembered the street and the building and the way in; I didn't remember the apartment number or the security code.

His roommate and virtual roommate (roommate's girlfriend who doesn't call herself his girlfriend) were civil to me, even nice, although they all conversed and laughed about the intricacies of some role-playing game the whole time I was there, which was as familiar as the table and the chairs and the dirty dishes.

Aside from the OCF, the main way Dan and I relate to each other these days is to tie up the loose ends we left in each other's lives, property and computer accounts. Very High Fidelity, except that the movie has shifted after the first half and now Rob, not Ian, shows up only at distant intervals.