KGB, or: Who-All's in Silent Trystero's Empire?

[Bill Millard]

PZak revealed his whereabouts:

> Thanks for the poem--I think I was sitting right behind you. I'd snagged a
> seat by the tables on the right hand side, but my seat kept disappearing as
> the couple who had the inside seats brought over more friends. I couldn't
> figure out where the big rangy British journalist was from, but London Times
> makes sense. 

Hey, you were there too?  It figures that in a crowd of Pynchonites 
half of us would end up effectively invisible to each other....

I was standing behind, then sitting at, the table with Chris K, 
Lineland Dale's party, poetic Catherine, & assorted other folks; I 
eventually also met up w/ various others like Monte & Dave & Ruth & 
Henry & Mel & Eric, but it looks like plenty of others were flying 
beneath the radar.  

Next time we all hook up somewhere, should we, uh, develop a secret
jesuitical hand signal, or wear little post-horn badges, or make
recognizable mechanical-duck humming noises [oops, sorry, minor M&D
spoiler], or something?  People never seem to bear a visible 
resemblance to their prose style.

--Bill
(5'8" or so, specs, brown hair)