Postmodern Sacraments: Reconciliation

Bless me, Blogger, for I have sinned. It has been 21 days since my last post. I accuse myself of the following:

* Giving in to the temptation of physical exercise (nearly every day, sometimes twice)
* Going outside, engaging in the unholy union of my flesh with natural sunlight (several times)
* Engaging in person-to-person communication via landline telephone in lieu of instant messaging, e-mail or blog comments (still, it was a cordless phone -- perhaps this is worth half the penance due for such an offense?)
* Attending a social event rife with other sentient beings (just the one, but I understand the severity of my actions)
* Reading...books (Yes, Blogger. I hear you weeping. I'm sorry.)

For all these and my many other low-technology indiscretions, I seek forgiveness. May I receive a swift and merciful measure of penance...just please, don't make me build a MySpace page.

Amen.

Sorry, No Drop Seat

Ever look at a little kid all snuggly and warm in his little fleece footy-pajamas, and think, "Gosh, why don't they make these for grownups?"

Oh, but they DO.

Strike Up the Band

The UCLA football season begins tomorrow, bringing with it that annual glorious moment where anything is possible: a New Year's Day bowl game, a Heisman, a national championship. Sure, the moment usually passes by the second quarter of our first conference game, but come on. Don't crush a girl's dream, eh?

This photo was taken in 1994, when I was but a young lass wielding a mighty piccolo. Can you find me?



That's right -- that's me, third from the top in the straight line of the "U." Good eye.

GO BRUINS!