You Stay Classy, Trojans

Okay, so the glory days of former u$c quarterback Todd Marinovich were juuuuuuuust before my time at UCLA. But this photo, wherein the Bruin who sacked him suppressed his baser instincts long enough to extend a sportsmanlike "help you up" hand in what I believe was a game we ultimately lost, perfectly encapsulates my beloved crosstown rivalry.

It is BEAT '$c WEEK, people! Put your hands in the air (all TEN fingers, please) and gimme an 8-clap!

Not For The Faint of Heart

Just FYI, I've updated my sidebar with some new links. Thought it was time I shared with you the plethora of military blogs I've been reading for the last several months (or longer? time flies when you're having a war, I guess). There are dozens more that I occasionally visit, but these are my current favorites.

They bring to the blogging table a host of valuable perspectives: currently deployed military, recent returns, family members back home, soldiers struggling with the transition back to "normal" life in the States, memorials to the fallen...there's a lot going on that most of us don't think about.

A warning to those of you who may be a little sensitive: you might not like what you read if you're uncomfortable with rough language, graphic depictions of casualty and other horrors of war, or the naked truth of the human condition.

Go read. They're worth your time.

So, Who Are You People?

I gotta say, I'm intrigued by some of you.

One of the many cool aspects of this Internet thing that seems to have taken over much of most people's lives is that, thanks to the miracle of relatively simple modern technology, when you visit my blog, I can see you.

Fine, not literally; we're not all webcam-connected at this point, though I'm sure that won't be true for long. And won't THAT be a horrible setback for those of us who like to blog in our pajamas, on bad hair days, all shiny-faced with spinach in our teeth and an unmade bed behind us. But I digress.

Anyway, the point is, my "readership" is such a smallish and manageable number that I can tell where you are, when you visited, how long you stayed, what you looked at, what you clicked on, and how you found me... just by looking at my site statistics. In most cases, the sum of this information allows me to figure out who you are, assuming you're someone I already know. Of course, I'm sure there are a few folks out there who are so well cloaked in secrecy (government? military? the coming alien conquerors of the human race?) that they don't even show up on my stats with "unknown" listed in all of the above slots, but I'm guessing those folks are few and far between, and not particularly interested in what I might have to say anyway.

So who's reading? Some people from my present, some people from my past, and some people who, I'm sure, have no idea that I know they're visiting (which makes it all the more fun).

But I'll be hornswaggled if there aren't at least a few compelling mysteries out there that churn my brain a bit. And because I'm having one of those feeling-just-a-bit-devil-may-care days, I am inviting a few of you to be in a new and exciting category called "people from my future."

Are you the person who always finds me by searching for "Jenny Haynes Dallas" (though I assure you, as a person who has -- unfortunately -- never visited Texas, nor -- fortunately -- starred on a cheesy nighttime soap opera from the 1980s, I'm probably not who you think you're looking for)?

Are you the person from a popular online dating site's domain who clicks through from a list of weblogs belonging to former staffers of a camp where I worked for two summers in the early '90s?

Are you from Slough? From Thousand Oaks?

Let's be grownups about this. We all go a-Googling in search of interesting people and strange things, looking up old schoolmates and former co-workers from days of yore, performing do-it-yourself background checks on people we've just met, in the curious voyeuristic way we've been taught to approach our increasingly exposed lives in the digital age. I do it, you do it. It's amazing and amusing. Admit it. Embrace it. 'Fess up.

You don't even have to out yourself publicly by leaving a comment. E-mail me (there's a link in my Blogger profile) and tell me who you are. Seriously, I'm dying to know.

What are ya, chicken?

My Next Band

BAND NAMES INSPIRED BY WEDNESDAY'S YAHOO! NEWS HEADLINES

Unexplained Plutonium
TomKat Wedding
Anne Frank's Tree
Knockoff Nikes
Radiation for Prostate
Battle Apple
White House Bid
Sludge Transfer
Airborne Hijinx
China Love Boat

You'd Better Be Grateful...

...for men such as these. Thank a veteran today.



Pearl Harbor survivor Houston James of Dallas embraces Marine Staff Sgt. Mark Graunke Jr. during a Veterans Day commemoration in Dallas. Graunke lost a hand, a leg and and eye when he defused a bomb in Iraq last year. (AP Photo)

* Post a message to active duty troops
* Donate to the Valour-IT (Voice Activated Laptops for OUR Injured Troops) Project
* Get involved with Soldiers Angels
* And please read these posts

"Greater Love Has No One Than This..."

Most of you know the rest of the quote: "...that he lay down his life for his friends."

Some of you might even know that it's from the Bible -- John 15:13, to be precise. They are the words of Jesus, who in the context of the passage was speaking of His own imminent sacrifice for the sins of humanity (the preceding verse is, "My command is this: love each other as I have loved you"). But in a broader context, self-sacrifice on behalf of another is still a worthy pursuit and a hallmark of devotion. Aside from Jesus, have you met anyone recently who has laid down his life for someone else?

Men and women of the United States Armed Forces are doing this every day, all of them laying down their lives in a metaphorical sense as they leave behind loved ones for months at a time, in the service of a sometimes grateful, but often forgetful, nation.

Then there are those who lay down their lives in a literal sense. It's not enough to say that many are killed; many more are wounded, in body and in spirit.

In honor of Veteran's Day (this Saturday, go thank a veteran!), I once again call your attention to the work of an organization called Soldiers' Angels. It doesn't matter what you think of the war in Iraq or of the current geopolitical climate. If you value self-sacrifice -- and if you are one of my Christian readers, you should, because it is at the very heart of your faith -- please show your support to a U.S. Soldier, Sailor, Airman, or Marine.

How? Soldiers' Angels offers several opportunities for you to reach out to military personnel and their families, but today I'm specifically highlighting two programs, one with an immediate and one with a longer-term impact.

1.) M*A*S*H units as we might think of them no longer exist; now, when a soldier is wounded, he is quickly transported to a combat support hospital, and it can take days or weeks for him to receive replacement supplies and personal belongings. The Wounded Soldier Project provides "First Response Backpacks" full of necessities and comfort items, including toiletries, phone cards, clothing and handmade blankets, to give to those who arrive with nothing but what's left of their uniform.

It may seem like a small gesture, but if you were 20 years old and combat-injured, lying in a hospital bed (possibly even in a foreign country) with no friends or family at your bedside, you might have a different perspective. One grateful mom wrote, "Dear Soldiers' Angels, thank you for the blanket. My son won't let go of it."

2.) Project Valour-IT is an initiative to provide voice-activated laptops to troops who are recovering from hand and arm injuries or amputations, whether at home or still in the hospital. If you just used your perfectly intact hand to click on that link, please consider a donation.

I know the holidays are upon us, and there's a spending opportunity or obligation around every corner. But if you're strapped for cash and still want to support these initiatives, you can always e-mail the Wounded Team to inquire about opportunities to help with letters, cards and comfort items.

Show your love to someone who has shown the greatest love. Give 'til it heals.

Happy Veterans Day.