1993

Problems, problems, problems. I guess you really know you are remote when you have your e-mail account cancelled and you don't even notice. Have no fear, I'm back on line, but I need your news again—sorry, you got deleted. If you sent me news and keep looking for news, it's not because I'm ignoring you. Please send it again. Please?

And so I can only assume that my inbox had been fall of news before it got vaporized, but we'll have to settle for more news about Munir—let it never be said that any class knows more about its president than the mighty class of '93!

So let the Munir Haddad watch continue: He's changed jobs, again. Currently he's gadding about promising fair maidens and classmates alike cameos in music videos, all due to his new position at MTC in the programming enterprises group. As director, market development he ought to be able to direct all of us at least into the background of whatever video we want. He does caution, though, that the work may involve a different wardrobe than your normal nine-to-five and may require abnormal dexterity. Send all requests, resumes and personal videos directly to Munir.

And then after I let Munir know that I was short on news he sent me the presidential version of mutual electronic back scratching. Being an election year it almost seems like next thing we know we'll be seeing Munir kissing babies, de- livering the stump in front of red, white and blue bunting and promising tax cuts. Let the Munir praise begin! He thanks Tamar Gerber for leading the Alumni Fund efforts, and mentions that she is now in Denver living with her fiance. He thanks lan Haft for his fiscal responsibility and reasserts his suggestion to lan that he keep the class coffers out of technology stocks. Munir sends out kudos to Jeffrey Middents for scooping me time and again with that confounded newsletter, taking the good news, delivering a deliriously complete and light and fun product, and laughing at your humble secretary as he is faced with his current dearth of news, far away and lonely in Africa (none of you, not one has sent me a care package, why?). Adding insult to injury and providing further evidence of news theft, Munirclaims that the newest missive from Jeff should imminently arrive, if it hasn't done so already. And Munir heaps his praise on Craig Sakowitz, things like "Master of the Universe," "Oh Exalted One," "Supreme Exemplar of All That is Good" and "Mighty Representative to the Alumni Council."

Winding down his greasing of the wheels of his political machine, Munir has announced an exploratory committee for an anticipated run for the presidency of the United States in 2008 (since by then he'll be of legal president age). Information can be found at www.munirforprez.com.

www.munirforprez.com

But I would suggest that rather than send Munir a donation you send me some news. My time in Africa is dwindling; I'll be home in December. Your chances of using that little bit of extra postage are decreasing daily. Choose your address:'

P.O. Box 71, Thaba Theka 550, Lesotho, Southern Africa; or 74 Edgewood Drive, CentralValley, NY 10917; chrisonken@hotmail.com