Tom Collins Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle, and I'm sick of grading papers, this I know. I'm drowning in my sleep I need a muzzle. And all this misery pays no salary, so... Tom Collins Yeah, I teach. Computer age philosophy. When my students would rather watch TV. Tom Collins In honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner - Maureen Johnson, back from her one night performance at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards, through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she ain't never studied.