Zach Dougan

Zach Dougan is a man of the world, a creation uninhibited by national borders and geographies; he sprawls. He is a man blessed with blessings, who springs forth into each day ready to find a reason never to have left the bed. Were only his bed closer to his desk, this dream might someday be realized. In fact, a compatriot once designed such a piece, coined the 'bed-desk', though unfortunately it was never put into production.

As a young child, so much of his wardrobe was tye-dye. He now realizes hippies just can't spell.

Passions
Most of Zach's course work has been in HACU, but his true passions lay in spreading his seed across the land; that's right, he's a baby-maker. Like a sailor, he goes from port to port, though he prefers lager. In fact, wine is rather far down the list of his preferred beverages (the complete list can be found in "The Life of a Man: Travels in Foreign Sand" Dougan, et al). Wine truly has no business in being on this page at all! Zach was raised right, taught to be tough and display a thick-skinned persona to the world, taught never to shed a tear and to keep all such emotions bottled up inside like a cask of Frapin Cuvee during prohibition. Having been raised under hermit-like conditions in the backwoods of the United States (read: Connecticut), this is to be expected.

It was in these circumstances, and later in the cultured land of Humbolt County, that the seed of Zach Dougan's brilliance was first coddled, then nurtured. He now claims to have no taste for cod at all, and would eat it only under the most extreme conditions.