1983

Here's what's super-sad: I have all sorts of gossip, I mean news, about fellow wearers o' the green, but guess what? They're not '83s. Sorry. So here's my offer. E-mail me with news of your own and perhaps we can dish a little. I'm telling you—juicy stuff This is for real; I'm not just saying this to get you to write.

Here's what I can tell you, now, in these pages. First off, congratulations to John McNeill for winning what sounds like a very important faculty prize. John, apparently the go-to guy when it comes to mixed-signal integrated circuit design, is an associate professor of electrical and computer engineering at Worcester Polytechnic Institute in Massachusetts and the recipient of the inaugural Chairman's Exemplary Faculty Prize for over all excellence. To those of you thinking, how nice, a Lucite plaque—no. We're talking $10,000.

Let's linger a little longer in the halls of academe. Jim Fernandez just finished up a 12- year stint as the director of New York University's King Juan Carlos I of Spain Institute and a four-year term as chair of NYU's department of Spanish and Portuguese. Jim lives in New York with wife Marisa and sons Andres (14) and Alejandro (11), and will be spending his sabbatical year there doing research. Jim reports that he occasionally gets together with Bo Conn, who happens to be the chair of the Romance languages department at Wesleyan.

I was shocked, shocked I tell you, to disvover that Michael Cooper was not in Paris or New York as I'd expect, but in El Segundo, which Michael describes as "a place you'd never go unless you were stranded at LAX." Michael, sorry, even then you wouldn't go there. But don't feel too bad for Michael. He coming from Santa Barbara—when he's not flying in from Paris, where his two children Owen (15) and Mathilde (14) live. Michael tells me he's in the technology transfer business, which to me means trying to get the phone numbers from my old cell phone to my new one, but which in more elevated spheres apparently can mean using technology originally designed for space launch vehicles to improve golf putters, pedestrian-friendly car bumpers, anti-seismic material and even body armor. Cool! Michael started his company, Girvan Technology Holding in 2005, but still has time for friends. "I visited Professor Rassias, who is still a very close friend, last February and he's living proof that 82 is the new 62," reports Michael. "David Hendren is still running the VC he started, Catalyst Ventures, and is the father of three magnificently beautiful, not-so-small children. I spoke to Eric Valley, who's still (aside from his law practice) a jazz trombonist and Ironman record-setting swimmer." And who is no doubt living proof that 45 is the new 27, numbers I'm more interested in. I don't know about you, but I comfort myself with the thought that if I look my age right now, I probably won't look much older for a while. This is the sort of insight that makes my long-suffering husband shake his head and leave the room before I can start pestering him, "So, do I look my age, do I?" Speaking of which, did anyone catch Jean Korelitz's fabulous article in the September Vogue about why, ahem, grown-up women have so much resistance to looking pulled together. I keep telling Jean, stop taking on magazine pieces and get back to your so-super-secrett- that-I-can't-talk-about-it-yet-even-though-it's- already-sold-to-a-major-publishing-house book. But more on that later.

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