Anny loves to sing about the American South and lovers in anguish because she was raised in the former and she's nonplussed by the latter. She's a Tarheel born, a Tarheel bred, and when she dies she'll be a Tarheel dead. She enjoys Arabic, the New Yorker, monograms, cheese, baths, backpacking, pearls, pretty china, tea, beautiful books, brilliant poetry, tradition, old houses, new coats, Episcopalianism, forthrightness, nuance, East Carolina BBQ, triceps extensions, clever quotations, spontaneity, plaid, tulips, operas by Mozart, anything by Beethoven or Richard Strauss, almost nothing by the other Strauss, jeans that fit, the water, liberal causes, Botticelli, raw silk, crisp stationery, and the smell of bacon. Also folk music, and the violin. She is descended from an Irish pirate queen and likes to think she could one day be a pirate herself, or maybe even a queen.

After writing her first song, "I was born in a hospital / Daddy had a moustache," Olivia went to preschool. Somewhat later, she went to Yale and met TUIB. TUIB was like "Heeyyyyy" and Olivia was like "Hi. I'm a freshman." And then TUIB did its thing and Olivia was like "I love you, TUIB."

Olivia is currently dreaming of: playing guitar; "playing" fiddle, mando, banjo, piano and recorder; Irish dancing in a smoky pub in Dublin; her sunlit home state of California; glitzy Bollywood movies; studying how babies think; dark chocolate, fine tea and madeleines; having the best seat in the house for orchestra concerts (the viola section); gargantuan snowflakes; and kisses.

Peter is: old. Really old. They call him grandpappy tuib. Seriously. When he's not singing or playing the fiddle with tuib, he can often be found butchering what used to be great songs on the guitar, watching the RED SOX, or looking at rocks for a really long time. He enjoys Monty Python (dork alert), Jack Handey quotes, hiking, canoeing, frisbee, dogs (but not the little yappy kind), quoting lines from movies, Mozart, crossword puzzles, hockey (especially pond hockey), animated TV shows (no matter how bizarre), parentheses, Tommy Boy, abstraction, and long walks off short piers. Peter enjoys winter more than most people, especially that dark and depressing part where you wake up and the only thing to look forward to is going back to sleep. He will be graduating this year and is not looking forward to it. Suggestions on avoiding this terrible fate are welcomed.

"I'd rather be rich than stupid." -- (what else) Jack Handey's Deep Thought

Born on a hot summer night after a rock concert, Becca has always enjoyed a good tune. Also chocolate. And avocado. And trains, especially ones that take her to her home town of NYC. She hopes one day to retire to a vineyard near a little French village and play piano for the ballet classes and be the town crazy. Until then, she is happy to sing and make merry with TUIB.

Austin tries to think about nothing every once in a while. It's hard, especially when running from brown bears and/or leopards.

Amy likes coconuts. She likes to get lost in strange foreign cities and get found by strange foreigners. She will graduate this year and hopes to do something with her life that will involve Japanese novels, English poetry, little kids, story writing, crazy dancing, folk singing, eating good food and smelling good smells.

Philipp Christopher Kiep, tall, breezy, used to have long hair hanging down, is a transfer student to Yale and from Deep Springs College. Grew up in the Waldorf schools, the schools with aesthetic clothes on, the schools at the center of the Granola Revolution. Likes handicapped bathrooms; wood, leather, and wool; rangeland, grazed beef, milk, mandolins, boats. Still trying to find what "service to humanity" means.