Newest Blogs: first time auditions didn't mention was the cause of my change in majors. I'd had a brief fascination with the new associate professor in the philosophy department. His turtleneck sweaters and tweed jackets with little suede elbow patches were just too cute. It was the pipe that drew me in initially. As he sat outside the campus coffee shop, I came up with some lame excuse to talk to him. By the end of the semester any illusion I had about philosophers being more thoughtful in bed were entirely shattered. After giving him a second chance (the first might have been jitters), I decided that in the end it would take more than a big pipe and suede elbows to make me happy.