I fell in love with Lyn when I came to Berkeley for grad school — or the spring prior, on my visit weekend. It was at a panel talk, where professors shared their current research. I was listening respectfully, a little bored (I was 21 years old), and then it was Lyn’s turn — she spoke about storytelling, Scheherazade, The Book of A Thousand Eyes — and I still remember how the whole room brightened, became electric, urgent.