All I saw during arctic survival school were the northern lights. I'm sitting there with a smuggled radio getting russian accordian music and Jimi Hendrix singing ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER, eating my also smuggled Hershey bars and going "Wow man" like John Muir when everybody else was in their survival trench. I grew up with lessons in relations with ' the Good Neighbors' from my great grandmother, Golems from a jewish aunt, Snow demons from the tibetan Bon-Buddhist tradition and initiated into a clan society in a Kiva. Any ET's show up better know their Gaia folklore and fullfill my cultural expectations on peril of their lives. My luck the'll be dumber than my other aunt who went on the roof during rainstorms with a flashlight to warn the ships at sea. <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />