IS ALMOST AS OBSCURE A REFERENCE as we might make at year's end. Yet haply it will ignite the spark of recognition in some weary but receptive wanderer who encounters this show from an easier, earlier time, taken from the last five hours we ever performed in the (gutted, stripped) Old Studio before the ill-starred Anabasis to the infamous, soi-disant Impact Arts Hub. Once more upon the snowy hills of stop-motion memory the agile Saint glides his rotary-razor snowboard over rondures glaucous and unnatural.With KrOB on the job, Puzzling Evidence in residence and Dr. H. Owll still not throwing in the towel. For now, it was then. A Happier New Year to our extant remaining followers.