My bathroom door squeaks slightly. When it opens, it sounds like a particular trilling riff from Herbie Hancock’s Watermelon Man. When it closes, it sounds like a cat I once had when she would say “Mr-r-r-ow?”

As a result, whenever I go to the bathroom, in my head an imaginary radio announcer promotes an imaginary concert like, “Herbie Hancock and the Ghost Cats, one night only, in your toilet!”

So that’s a little bit about me. As for what I hope to get out of this seminar, mainly I’m just here to learn and be challenged