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What's the deal with your nickname? How did you get it? If your nickname is self-explanatory, then tell everyone when you first started using the internet, and what was the first thing that made you say "wow, this isn't just a place for freaks after all?" Was it a website? Was it an email from a long-lost friend? Go on, spill it.

I started using the name "Kozad" in the Seventies as an identity for various art projects. It comes from a memory of Cozad, Nebraska, where I saw huge leeches in the town fountain across the railroad tracks from the Dairy Queen.

Aside from that little tableau, I can't remember what life was like before the Internet.

No, I have millions of memories, few of them the unfiltered truth, about my life as a nature boy - ahh, the thrill of finding a tiger salamander under one rotting log, the terror of finding a yellow jackets' nest under another - and the memory of sitting by a sunny window reading Silent Spring fifty years ago when I was ten or so, being introduced to the horror of what Mankind was doing to Nature. There are also the usual memories of the vagaries of many loves found and lost, the discovery of inner (and simultaneously outer) Mysteries, and the joys of Art. And then there is the experience of today, after nine hours of teaching, ready to sit in the perfect sunny weather, eating goat cheese on rice crackers with a bottle of IPA at my side, reading the next chapter of Orhan Pamuk's Snow, before coming back inside to grade papers on Philip K. Dick novels. All in all, no complaints, except for this morning's unpleasant dream - but then, that wasn't real, was it?